And they say she’s got the fellas
Well aint she just a Bella
Wasted in the dawns of time
Another margarita, another lime

But she knows she’s got her mother
Who won’t put up with another
Record score of sixty nine
She keeps them waiting in a line

She won’t let down her guard again
Won’t be easy for another pen
Fifteen, she’s off the rack
Now she’s gotta make it back

Alive, in her tattered dress
Walking alone on the streets a mess
Listening to drunken shouts
Just trying to find her way out

Head up tall
Make sure you don’t fall
Promise yourself you’ll be better
Next time they’ll be no more keggers

Because this girl is not who you are
You don’t ditch your friends for a guy at the bar
It’s time to get your **** together kid
Because next time may not be undid

Popular: Perfect face and clinched in waist. Barbie is her role model because her heart is hollow. Her genuine smile brethes out her defeats. Pain. Pain is what she feels hanging around her "friends" on saterday nights. Grades are slipping and parents are dipping out on vacation every weekend. She throws keggers to spice up the empty home.

FEELS SO GOOD

Feels so good to feel so fine the depth of the internal cavern can not be seen

Nothing can please me more than to know the true score of the path I have laid & where it leads

Unfettered emotion flowing, even the blinks bring a smirk ,the blackest night serene & clean

Glowing so great ,running about why must we wait, beauty among the flowers without noticing the weeds

Oh all the ways we have played, think about it, would we have rather stayed now that we know the view was so pristine

Held back so many times I now have the utmost urge to splurge,Jumping to the forefront  not just our immediate needs

Past performance be ****** ,shut that gate take my eyes off my lingering fate
merely a moment's notice to let'em roll on number thirteen

Those frisky feelings might corrupt the dealings ,but a simple price to pay
if wanting collect to on life's receipts

Break out a favorite band maybe a party at hand! colored lights & carousels
Jumping UP holds a lot of clout when it is with the energy of a teen

Juke joints or sock hops ,keggers or peace party's or Monster Mosh takes some grit
simply a faster way to absorb life's treats

So Sunshine or rain won't let my smile wain to pass it on,shake their hands so they get a grip whispering to let it rip as we're heading off to sights unseen

he had the stage and a storied life
he was the thing
was the next coming a large head, too

Pride had this sister
she was fine as all ****
a butterbean ****

a face that would make
a cynic positively smile
dimpled and everything

but their mom
she was like
the Yeti Tall Foreboding
hairy

much like my eventual
Mother-in-law
and we all hung out
at keggers

in the back four and a half
acres
on Friday nights
and holidays

Pride had, this night,
a belly too full
a rip roaring thought
of swimming across the
Clinton River

it might have been a bet
a challenge from Little Roger
the troublemaker
that made Pride jump in

Or  his  big head that made
him sink right to the bottom
no problem he was only knee
deep and we rescued him

took three of us drunk fools
but we got him to the bank
and his sister all cute
in cutoff shorts so tight

said should'a let his *** drown
all i could see was her ******* her words seemed
to come from some realm
of make believe

anyways we all floated down that river
the next day on innertubes
except Little Roger
he had walked away

disappointed Pride was rescued
into a blackberry patch in the dark
and gotten bit
by a cottonmouth

I always have since wondered why
Mrs. Hairy McBoom took it so hard.