Fatso
Dom Deliouse
do as he please
corner to each thought to breathe
pick up your clothes a hornet flies abode
my heart is an opened door
lest to I implore
shiny diamonds in the sacred pull
shades of black with a neck tie
living on the edge
love is going through my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed...

He/She knows a fatso
a sure fire way to go
Fatso