September Avenue Spanish panfish You at night Poorly rolled joint Baby lines I’m not tired Back again Scrubbed his skin Scrubbed my eyes Throw me against a wall Tonight
I’m so Stuck In you On you To you I’m so beneath you And Between you I can’t say no Or yes I just let you take me in And Out And up And down Underneath you
I saw the ball fly over fast I was brave A hero at last And on the stool I stood Peaking over the wall of wood When you a dog of 2 feet tall and 42 teeth Began to call I jumped down And slid away Slithering slitherly as I pray As not to wake it’s owner