| LEMON BUTTER KISS | |
| 'o the raining eyes of sinful sky in dreaming, and this butter kiss, in panic mist-keeps sleeping.... this litte sister gets her bruises from the night, i say my, oh my. the old tree by the roadside keeps witnessing everything, patiently, my, oh my!!! you'll want what you want today... you'll want what you want today... when it all slips away... 'o, the fevered eyes, a sweet disguise, in demand.... pink means disagree, an incomplete butterheaven... hear what she has to say today... don't cry with her eyes when it all slips away... | |