Martika Is My Divine Spinach
sore throats and peppermint,
but i still gotta go
Martika is my Divine Spinach
post nasal drip and dayquil,
but i still have to wake up
i am a man who is childlike,
but Martika is my Divine Spinach
sandpaper volume cough and cherry sucrets,
but i still need to start the car
life has no time clock or vacation request slips
Martika is my Divine Spinach
i thank God for Her everyday....
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