**** talking, lip bark in' that beef jerky .  
Up an Atoms, cemented in space above my jerky head .
Swarms of waves, sticky raves .
Give me space, warms her heart .
Turns her head, into a peace of heaven .
Her time turns into a clock .
She is forced to return to work .
Back to bed, for a wakeful rest .
Toss and turn the spirit of the day .
Little kit on how to do, true .
**** a bull, if you in the rodeo .
Watch out for the Toro, red caped cascade .
Hello to the window green-ish lite .
Vine and sun, maybe its the earth .