King Cobra,
never wanted to own ya'
never meant to pacify
those eyes that hypnotize.
Now I'm the one who's left out
in the rain,
again;
l
l
l
___ .
covered in lies.
Despise your poison
while you're off musing, browsing, moping
I'm off mopping, hoping for eight husbands.
Gettin' beg bugs
only
in my brain.
Conversing with Teddy Ruxpins
about how
it's the world
that's gone insane.
But it's all liquid curtains, we're all skirtin' tense pretense posthaste in past-tense --
-- I'm certain.
This is better then flirtin'
In my living room falling to pieces,
waiting for new releases
avoiding the sneetches giving cowboy speeches
is sometimes terribly difficult to do,
but,
King Cobra,
keep on keeping on & doing you,
may there be enough RAM to see you through.
