SELLING
HER FRIEND
You
can touch the broken bits
Bare
hands no brooms
Don't
bother me now
Not
while I'm in need
You're
my girls here
Watching
yes but
The
little one won't remember
o
mind your toes
The
cuts they can sting
Cover
your ears my dear
Now
that you're here
We
can play games
So
tell your father of our high scores
We
have spades
Belts
under dresses
Then
while on a bicycle
We're
selling her friend
Well
guess what I guess that's why
She
cries in her sleep
You
know the chapels were just for show
Don't
be surprised little darlin
Nothing
is forever and i need a change
For
a change it will be all about me
my
girl
And
there'll be no more bottles
Just
a man who touches the mix
Puts
his fingers in
And
even though they don't belong
There'll
be no more bottles....
© Littlejoga 6/11/00