By Arcassin Burnham

Making my way to the crash site of flower beds,
Queen size,
I don't know what this is but something's wrong
With my head,
And you think you would know anything,
To see this beautiful body laying here is
Nearly a blessing,
Those pretty lips covered in bliss will give you
A concussion,
I'd be more happy and then honored to call her
my muffin,
And you think you would know anything,
Signifies road **** with her pretty wings,
So majestic in and out and in between,
Her skin is burning red hot like stored away
Gasoline,
I'm too anxious to know anything,

See the sun,
Like a burn,  like a burn,  like a burn,
See the sun,
Like a burn,  like a burn,  like a burn,
See the sun,
Like a burn,  like a burn,  like a burn,
See the sun,
Like a burn,  like a burn,  like a burn.