jealousy
will be the end
of me.

yes it will
you wait and see.

frisk me
if you don't
believe me.

can't you
hear me,

frisk me.

lick those
wounds.
feel free,

when you're
done lickin'

be a farmer
in a field
worry
about the
yield,

free feeling
'till you
hit the ceiling.


















and on and on and on

and on