Bob Dylan's French Kiss

Bob Dylan's french kiss mixed with plastic soda and beans. Drinking solid newspaper jeans young girl wants to be inside the scream. Fade to color the scene turns black. Attack of the bees honey singing to the cows. I want to be your makeup girl we can sing until the sun blows pearls. Bubbles blowing the doors of candles. Music flames for our butterflies. Wear the note and the french kiss danced from the moonlight of your tongue. Restless angels. Love's arrows. Swing to me again and tangle the breeze with your magic covered stick. Butter meets the melt. Heat for the present day. Summer hot babes but your tongue is born to rain. Falling the swift stars of earth. Shining the lips of silver wrapped for presents of skin. Piece by piece young virgin sleeps. Reminder you can dance like a cat and lick your last bones. Lock up the chains and sleep with the fire's night light on. Dylan the star of the belt hold the tie and loop through the fabric of teeth. Soft like your hair between the two chairs. I want to be your shampoo between your french kiss young blood and perfume. Fresh night moon shining under the black sweet truth. Two blue shoes on your last history feet. Walk on the sun and listen to your heart beating spots of tragic age or a sweet voice blessed us and we know the last ride home is you.