don't ever tell me you felt the way i did
or knew the things i was privy to
don't be so tempermental
a palm tree in katrina and sometimes all you need is something to lean on
so when the waters rise
come to me bring me all your issues
tell me all about the death of jolene
i'll listen because that's what i do
come to me i will hold you loosely like you may have forgot
you can part your lips loosely like I have forgot
open them ever so slowly and gingerly
i will shove dirt in your throat
then make my own decisions
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god, i was so ready for a kiss&then the dirt came down my throat.
sometimes they have to be put in their place
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