It’s that softness in your grind that strangles

Wallets from penny pinchers don’t you see

No country for gravel mouth and leather hand

Building the lands crossed by primate types

And the last song is playing Angel Food cake tone

Come take my ball and chain home she just

Smoked her feeling to shriveled husband watching

And angel cake smile so future ahead of your eyes

Ice Mauve loves that like money on the Sunset Strip

With Hustler walls flint rock grind no will but

Survive me loveliest maiden of Newport and malls

Tiger king me something shy but grandiose under

My never talk never smile sad in puppy chaos

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