Hoochie

Torn, Some may equate logic with fear? A dorable smile with beautiful hair, Hooks are those as you suppose them that bring you down Loops are those in high abode with halo to bring you up Socieatal logic leads one to fear then to death no reasonable quest Captivated with a smile cause you know all the while the solution A grant toward the quest for a revolution, Barbed wire fences in defenses through varied trances No second chances toward a visible resolution I'm in a trance toward a flirt of romance in vibrant abode Just as you suppose. Hooks shoot to kill in some side walk skill Loops to scoop shooting hoops eating fruit loops Gone are the days in purple haze weary from some psychodelic faze Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips crazy trips In want then torn to desolation pearhaps I'm in need of a break on a long vacation Hook & loops sexy suit shoot to thrill Hook & loops2 come to a theatre near you! Gone are the days with Sid & Nancy Nothing fancy got my pants all nasty, Hooks are from the devil & loops are from God Next time you see me I'll be down on the Dune's on the Cape next to Cape Cod!