Through the clitoris it goes. Your mammary glands, I'll split into two. Blocking the entrance to the eternal opening. Of the urine tube - infernal vaginal bleeding.
Girls, gather 'round me and hear the news. He finally kissed me, oh, happy days. My heart's gotta shout it. I'll get my diary and write about it. . (Well, as your friends, we wanna say.
She said she sad. she sad she lonely. lost in her room. she mad she go. she cry she smoke. rosie in bloom. . she is so high. she is so low. day after day.
By the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,. And the wild birds a'warble with a low moaning sound,. Down in the hollow where the water runs cold,.
Seventeen years, how could we know?. And thirteen years to make a flower grow. Tears that fell from your eyes. Were the one's heaven cries. For the children left to walk alone.