you've got digits so thick
if you'd tell me it was so tight
i'd just go hysterical
it'd be so whimsical
you don't kiss and tell a bro
yer index ring is bigger than the moon
i've seen you make a dent with a carom striker
yes sir when you were re-bounding!
yes sir your finger salute too
i'll just shimmy away,,the virgins on my phones
i'll just narc up,,rider on a storm
i'm jim morrison
and inside my rib-cage?
i've got a heart beating away
thumping much too fast for a placid personality
am much too elite
layne staley counts me
i've never been to a gig
i am the gig!!
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