Liquid Love
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
A specialty made for you.
Flavored spirits, Whisky and Ale.
Hard Apple Cider too.
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
Taste the sweet surrender.
You'll never need to travel far
to feel all warm and tender.
Tis' liquid love that will break your heart.
Leave you at the isle.
Rip you up, tear you apart.
Flat broke and defiled.
Tis' liquid love that will kill your dreams.
Take all you have from you.
With liquid love the Devil beams.
You're alone, a complete an utter fool.
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
Quench all that you desire.
Three cold meals, a cot in jail
and a place in Satans Fire.
Copyright © Mark Croson The Applethoughtrotten | Year Posted 2010
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