Turn turn
Contributed by
Damon_Maynard
on
Tuesday, 13th August 2002 @ 08:34:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I said it, bottle the air,
You’ve got shoes, that isn’t fair.
A plan, change the sheets,
New trick, give me a treat.
Dull short, attention span,
Flip eggs, chemical sand.
Long neck, can I be next,
My test, can I be vexed?
Mummy’s girl,
Turn curl.
Mummy’s turn,
Turn turn.
Dig down, make more work,
Paint face, play in the dirt.
Damn it, bail out bandit,
Sit in, colour in a sandwich.
Worth it? Give me a pen,
Perfect, shave my head.
Sideburns, you’ll never learn,
A shape, that’s hard to earn.
Mummy’s worth,
Burnt earth.
Mummy’s work,
Burnt burnt.
Pale tan, matching incisions,
Unhand, avenge every vision.
Shut up, sit by the bar,
Your head, dip in the tar.
Malt size, shirtless wit,
My mind, I don’t deserve it.
Milk it, cleaning the pipes,
Practice, earn your stripes.
Mummy’s girl,
Turn curl.
Mummy’s turn,
Turn turn.
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Damon_Maynard
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2002-08-13 20:34:41]
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