One two to five six done twelve dexies by midnight I am flying like a vulture combing land over Atlantic seas I see your great head stuck in the pillow face covered by feathers how I love your hair sticking out dreadies no comb put through it in months put pen to paper let the good times roll now I am really vibing got the dexies working ‘til after twelve midday yeah awake wide eyed child of your friend’s house we’re covered til winter summer close by we will go swimming in LA sands beachfront bulk great hilltop.
It’s time to drive to New Orleans tonight let’s get pilled and hit the booze joints with some cool jazz playing I’m a coming!
Copyright © Mimi Bordeaux | Year Posted 2020
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