I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today