What doth lead to heaven but your butter lips?
A tear from mine eye     Am I raped? or not
You pull on the hair
Like it will come out of my head
Like my ruby slippers will line your path to..


"Copy, of a copy, of a copy..."
The copies are more subtle where I come from...
more watered down. most don't recognize a master

Here they are closer to a source,
the copies are of an original
each search to make their own their own
Leading to a mess
A hot mess when on the Underground (not supposed to tell, yet again)

The magic word ;-)

CuNt
The magic smell
The magic smile
They want like you want?
I hope not
or else...
back Off!
I bought the right shoes
Your own pain is your own game
Go eat cake and leave me alone