by N. Velonis

Chocolate, molasses, butterscotch sisters please
Show me where your ass is and swing it on over to me

Rusty refrigerator, not my cup of tea
Double my pleasure with a tasty treat
Like starfish and coffee

How else can I put it?
I don't owe you a thing
I don't gotta hear this bullshit
'Cause you ain't wearin' my ring

Lightning' reaction of simple subtleties
Which way are you waxin'?
Baby how's it gonna be?

Throw paint on the easel
Bob'll help you see the tree
I might be prone to tease ya
And get ya finger paintin' on me

All the plastic people
A melting pot of need
Point out all the feeble
And send 'em on over to me


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