Thursday, April 14, 2011

Writing songs

Start of a new song I wrtone

Brown Curly Hair
Freakles in the air
How'd you like to get down
for some brown chicken brown-cow

Your face is brown and leathery
Like a Catchers mitt you see
You can catch some kisses from me
Please don't throw me out at second.


I just had an unenjoyable experience
Freckles forgot to bring me a paper plate
Now I am going to be hella late
for getting taco salad on my slacks
and brownies on my tits.

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