Jalapenos and M67 fragmentation grenades
Little sparkles
On your nails on your nails, full sail hands
Lip gloss lost applesauce type of feeling
Inside me is screaming for that first cold sore kiss among mule deer
The way rocks feel to walk on, we rock on
Another day, way, get yours, pay, me, let me move freely
In my little box
Surrounded by gentle love locks
And you