Like a magician,
my suspicions were correct:
you’re an Esmeralda and very rich.
How could I tell, well:
your stitches are sewn by money,
the hair you possess falls as if honey,
your tall cappuccino, three-extra-shots, is mixed with cinnamon,
don’t get me wrong, you look lovely, but please floss,
homemade bread is not attractive when lodged in pink, smoker’s gums,
does your Father know you smoke
or is choking fun?
Cancer cannot be undone like your lower than normal blouse,
so button up and stop with the arousing, ‘cos
everyone here is doing work not listening
to your fabulous conversation about Billy and Meg,
cosy in the thought of love, playground love.
Like a magician,
my suspicions were correct:
you’re an Esmeralda and very rich.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Like a magician,
my suspicions were correct:
you’re an Esmeralda and very rich.
How could I tell, well:
your stitches are sewn by money,
the hair you possess falls as if honey,
your tall cappuccino, three-extra-shots, is mixed with cinnamon,
don’t get me wrong, you look lovely, but please floss,
homemade bread is not attractive when lodged in pink, smoker’s gums,
does your Father know you smoke
or is choking fun?
Cancer cannot be undone like your lower than normal blouse,
so button up and stop with the arousing, ‘cos
everyone here is doing work not listening
to your fabulous conversation about Billy and Meg,
cosy in the thought of love, playground love.
Like a magician,
my suspicions were correct:
you’re an Esmeralda and very rich.
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