and digging and rocking and whining and running. she and her best friend she and her girl friend she and her stick pin she and her whip ing. she said im here i said good she said im turning i said good. said im drunk i said good. said im ready said you wish.
boom went her jet pack zip went her full back snap went the garters cha sneezed the sleestack.
there was banging and smashing and clattering and flattering. i saw hairflings and backflips and handprints and noserings. i smelled candies and passion and candles and beer. i tasted butterscotch and chocolate and teenage lust and fear.
nobody would have guessed it as she ripped off her corset revealing the tattoo on her little back of dumbass you know who
and who would have thought that when her girlfriend did the same thing when the bell rang that the drunktards by the pool house would be passed out
and would miss out.
for opportunity knocks for some but for others she creeps home and for others she drives fast but for me she just sings sad. opportunity in a plaid skirt with a best friend and a ascot and rum shot and lip stick and a hi pinch of pleasant pain.
pretty please begs the palm leaves against the sunroof of the gameroom, not again pleads the cherry red shining perfectly against the white bed.
outnumbered and outgunned think of something fun twenty one plus
twenty one plus twenty one plus nine teen plus
take a break driver sisyphus
but he wont stop and you cant stop cuz they dont stop cuz theyre racing
and theyre rolling, dressed for bowling, stop your mowing, bring your bowties and her pig tails and her ribbons and your ghost tales
cuz they want it and they know it and they show it and they blow it
and they want it and they want it and they wind it and they touch it
and they feel it cant control it
but they own it dont they know it.
and they own it dont they know it
and they own it
dont they know it.