I’ll be sitting on the fence;
until the cows come home,
You can steal my thunder,
and you can break my bones.
Blood is thicker than water
and you’re the apple of my eye,
you may steal my thunder,
but you're a blessing in disguise,
Because honey!
You're just so easy on the eye,
It’s true I’m shallow;
but you're so easy on the eye.
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you move,
I like the way you groove,
I like the way you scream,
I like the way you shout,
I like the way you spit, (Swollow)
I like the way you pout!
Because honey
You're just so easy on the eye,
It's trues you're a monster;
but you're so easy on the eye!

My wife is ugly,
So very ugly,
My wife is ugly,
But she’s my honey bee!

Every time I settle down,
She goes down town.
She strikes a pose,
And barks out orders,
Sets a light to troubled waters,
She’s my honey;
My sweet valentine!

When the boats a rockin’,
Don’t you come a knocking!
Don’t you come a rapping at my door!
For we’ll be body poppin’,
And just like Mary Poppins;
You’ll hear my honey,
Crying out for more!

Rough, tough and ugly;
She’s my honey bee!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
She’s got hairs between her toes!

My wife is ugly,
oh so very ugly,
Pig  ugly~
~She’s got teeth where her eyes should be!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
~She’s got things swingin’ between her knees!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
But she will always be my sweet honey bee!


Song link below
https://youtu.be/WlpqVSOVwTA

My love don’t live here anymore.
My love don’t live here no more,
The body it has gone,
but the soul it lingers on.
My love don’t live here no more!

I hear your whisper in my ear,
I hear your whisper in me ear,
Though the body; it has gone,
The words they linger on.
I hear your whisper in my ear!

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.

No more trouble; no more strife row your boat to the shaw;
my love,
Take my hart and leave these tears,
i'll meet you in a lifetime,
and kiss you in that place called paradise.

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Meet me in that place some other time!

Toffee suckers, lollipops; lick my lively Lemon drops.
Exotic fruits to tempt your tongue, sweet sugar, honey all night long;

You can **** on a candy cane and chase those blues away.
Or you can stick it in your pocket; or a save it for a rainy day.

Yes I sell ~

Salty lovers, cherry lips, tooty fruity, barely twists, to fill the mouth and fill the legs with pink & candy apple red.

You can **** on a candy cane and chase those blues away.
Or you can stick it in your pocket; or a save it for a rainy day.
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Song link
https://youtu.be/2_LOaqde0Ok

The vapors fill my lungs my tubes, cut; harass me, like the patterns on the floor.
Coloured coils that weave the coiled cord that strings together; tie his values and his legacy ~ a genius descending his coordination; losing his purpose; his time.
My ******, my sweet ******, my lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free; my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

People barren fruit so lost abused and misused the lie denies me; uncoordinated me the passers by the public, bathed in boredom weaving comfortably the flame; the final flame well the flame that could be final; that flame that could be final!
My lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free, my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

A tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

Breath out your life, then breath it in expanding endlessly.

The mother of creation, the atomic act, the divine self, a metaphor for hunger.

A life filled with space gaps, dust, prophecies and jars.

A universal love that's born of dreams and fallen stars!

The proprio-ceptive tools that launched the ships to voyage within ourselves.

To seek out that illusive and wilful spark within our hearts and souls.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

In that tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.
Don G