The burr shaking in a Bohemian Awakening (Long) vintage stare how her words were spelled out snake tongue (Short) The Death Whats Up* Chap of a sport Whats Up Doc Going tick tock Mr. Rick Don't trick this document Oh! where did it drop What!! He made the drop dead gorgeous dress?
Born to die last lip of the spoonfuls Cut to the chase with my chap lips More deaths on the rise to deliver
How love was the mind controller Hands out of the grave couldn't hold her Like the Boulder Chief head Hothead on her shoulder The better herbs of medicine His racing car hot flame gasoline
The Rapsody of her melody holding on to her life What a unique wife Until time changes her moods Opening up her world of flower buds A different silence of home goods We do believe we can be
But the fallout of promises Or jobs never big advances
Oh! Christ Her chapped lips needed some time to heal where is her next meal The heat catching a death of cold But staying alive the second wind hot Ferrari Italian drive Feeling deathly-sick faking your death was no trick
Who disappeared never really certain if it was truly their Building the fire mountain Don't keep complaining where the time went Death of a cold wishes not to die where is our youth Only takes one amazing birth Lips kissing the fountain The fortune teller booth
Who would want her chapped lips Baby Ruth crunchy bar down the mountain The love confused her the death would be faster going once or twice up Guilty trip or the graveyard shift Hangover ski lift with her Beeswax for chap lips Taxman on the number rise flirting What a good chap In her coffee cup a little Robin birdie told you
You made your own grave time on my side or hanging by a thread of stitches Hats off up and away Getting a green facelift of witches You lived so far the good life Feeling so wanted he cooked your meals He cleaned up your mess wearing The Chef Apron *He's Wanted the sign All over the world, his face is wanted The fool lips the fuller up lips The heart went out of touch a deathly cold She is wearing her heart-shaped lips Doing what she is told How the world has been smudged with rules Noone knows where here
All her cracks of her lips The cute button nose Not Rudolph the Reindeer The hunt for the ****** nose Up close and personal Lip to his lip journal Such odds of numbers So many even deaths like tumblers Through the loopers Love and resentment The world is a village commitment Mcdonald Man beef and the melted lady cheese whooper You got an alert notice The cast of spells the fire went high You couldn't even put it out The death of a Salesman novice Papercut snip computer nasty chip The charcoal grill felt like it burned you The fires new hires of California The peace sign Imagine people with no
Holy water Whose mind is in order The Dementia patients Your own flame so many hot flames The rest of the world caught a death of a cold like an old flame
*The Goddess of Venus The darker edge his cool hummer Going on a shoot with chapped lips Who is really keeping tabs
There was nothing to believe in to hold To restore how do we balance the world But we are not Gods Chapped lips caused such an alarm All things take time then it's in harm's way Someone will understand to pay Like a settlement Deathly gray hairs on the pavement Getting hurt but the best Godly soil is still their like dirt There was no reception hell broke loose riot Everything was naked sound No time to sing a duet to feet on the ground love couplet
That snow drift fall on your face Who will be where you are in the next century place
Perhaps your last picture before you die How the singer live on to be remembered Why are we not discovered Can we be saved from redemption Like you have been squirted on Like Heinz Ketchup did you catch up To get his kiss did he feel your death of cold But never to exist What is on our bucket list?
This was something I thought of not everything we breath is pure that we adore times are changing don't you feel your getting a death of a cold to think about it