Fly Right He Said

Straighten up - Fly right- My canvass queen. You are not a butterfly that flickers and flouts all about, Flesh muse: I can't use you as your drunken monkey, has arisen bickering about as you shout, consumed of stout. Wanting to capture your divine essence. While you are full of Spirits and quite sprite. I need you - to sober up and fly right, sit tight. Distorted by the gin The features of your chin, alas you appear crass, need only a smile. Come again tomorrow Without the hyena countenance of your sass. You pose bass-ackwards; Picture how silly you laugh. Young and beautiful; Without the jaded eyes and sorrowed brow, sit pretty for me, he asks: Befittingly, in your high rank, and return to your class.