Underneath her skirt, the finger pick in' flirt,
The hairless skonk and soul remand,
The purple stoned and diamond chip,
In bushytailed and ragtime,
Moonshine honeymoon,
It was so kind
When truth was told,
People hoped that
"The dish ran away with the spoon!"
Spirits in soul were smiling,
Not only for l.u.v. or just to pretend--
Ya**,
"...hello..."
My little dahlink
"...goodbye..."
My sweetheart,
My lips to comprehend