Her Body Is On Fire
Please kiss and run
Her body is on fire
The water is rising
Whisky on the table,
Golden in the glass
Burn to the taste,
A little happiness at last
No Money to burnt, yet time to pass
So turn away or duck and run
My only son
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher: this girl is on fire!
..... A battle beyond despairs for the ghetto woman
A part of labor, and a part pain;
The ghetto woman lost all sense of pride
A breed of women with no shame!
A part of labor and a part of pain
Ghettooooo woman...
1 Peter 5:8
Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012
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