Whiskey flavored nipples and diamonds in the grass
The Mermaid get what she want, with that ass
No hands she wants to jerk it all night
O. Thaddeus goes slow she can’t hold tight
She rides him all day into the horizon
The feeling felt right, exciting and surprising
He had a black eye, shape of a heart
He was looking for love, could see it in the art
Green Mead notebook, 90 sheet wide ruled
One subject, depending how the odds pooled
What’s in favor, and what’s the genre
The Swagger Jackers get a brand new mantra
Love it or leave it, the haters are gonna hate
He hollered on the street, kissed her at the gate
She took him to the sea, he brought her on land
She rode him so hard, O couldn’t even stand

Ginger was not a siren, more of a femme fatal
O. was a giraffe on the brink of feeling magical
He wasn’t hocus pocus, seemed more spiritual
She couldn’t talk with hands, so all her words were lyrical
When they didn’t speak they just kissed conversations
It was becoming harder to define their separations
Were they in the water or a coffee covered canvas
The eyes of mere mortals couldn’t seem to handle this
One paper tiger, in a sea of charged dandelions
Started to morph into two drunk kittens crying
Eating Fruity Pebbles out of bowls full of liquor
They shared the kind of fetishes that made most sicker
I’m gonna eat your face, throw it up and show ya
And then she licks it up again and he says slower
A couple of 7’s, in love like they’re 10’s
Getting wet for markers and getting hard for pens