Since the world's been turning.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, swamp butt, hot, hot, hot.
Now my eye bags are ruched... forget beautiful new navy velvet sofas... beauty before bottoms.
What’s a bra?
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team, Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland.
I say fuck so much, I’ve forgotten it’s offensive to some people.
And laid fallow too long... button on my jeans is now social distancing.
Are bats just goth birds?
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex, JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say.
Don’t recognize myself anymore... as soon as out of the house, turn into a blithering obsequious idiot... so grateful to be out in the world... completely lost all swagger and street smarts.
Plus all my dissociative skills have now completely faded… it's an utter travesty...Rock and roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore!