Her keen mind could device..

And touch upon devices

But it backfired into floating leaved

Heads rolling through electrics

A cut forms for something

Tears drip from mountain tops

He was staring at Breasts

She wobbled and that's it

As she was very special

BREASTS

The one and only

She said:

Bow before me

Oh yea

In your dreams baby

And its getting late

Plus the scrambled eggs

They are burning

With San Francisco

1999

Was a real good time

Not a pity for today on Favebook

With love on my mind sort of

This thing called love

The cats with their litter

That same old love

Crazy cats jump on ovens

Kick up some dust

Spys voyages by ocean

Cameras on nipples yes

So exciting

Those slimy eyes disguised

Oh honey bun hot dog.