You and me, Together at last, Trying again just to get our hearts past, All the lies and all the deception, All the pictures of d**h And the so-called lovin' intentions... If I count to ten, would it feel any better If I held your soul in moonshadowed fetters? Buying Bobbie Brooke's skirts and sweaters, And going to the movies, With our fired up corruption? And so our children, Brought up while we k**ed him And most of all, saviore faire delusions, "...got no rockstar, movie star, famous illusions...!" But if it all comes down the pike, Sweet arteest of l.u.v., Reisa, Ill "take a hike..."! Written 4 sure 4 my sister Judy