Twenty-one, and single nowShe decorates my sideSuffers from the oxygen,Sits
Voices land on popcorn alleyAnd their scrapingTheir knuckles for flight.It's
I've been known by the fractured queenAnd I have cornered
She's a little ballerinaWho can dance without s soundIn an
Well the big bodacious beauties down on Plum Grove RdGive
Kittybone's waitin'In a back room MisterKittybone's deep withThe chit chat
He's often quietWhen it comes to meeting strangers.And some laugh
Hey Maria, where are ya goinPut down the suitcase and
I look down upon the pavementThrough this piece of glassCan
Zombies walk and they do talkBut they don't pronounce well.They
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