It’s pudding time.

Lose your thoughts
Let down your hair
And your bra
Tap into **the electric grapevine
Let it transform you
Into your truest form
Shed your skin
&
Show off your soul
You don’t have to dance
On a phantom stripper pole
Feel the music, it feels back
The air is getting slippery
Melt with it

Wounded knee?
No reason to flee!
Face your fears,
The free and loving soul
Feels no shame
No shame - less pain,
Guaranteed;
or you're money back
But serenity is free
It's everywhere
Just breathe...

So kiss Mr. Krinkle

Right on the lips
And ******* dance
Cause it's pudding time.