Secretary Talks The Talk
Hot breeze of vinegar and salt
Waft around the buzzing park
Betty petty crime, school is out
Burn your lab books on the grass
Hit secretary cannot call
When she knows his papa’s armed
Even to glimpse her side
My heart is pulverised
That swift bikini tie
Will carry me to old age city
Sweet sniff of tarmac melting in
To the mammoth bones below
While the hot rods pump out gas
With italic girls in tow
Tight pollen count
But I love how it makes her nostrils glow
Even to watch her say
“I don’t mind having the plain”
Don’t let me douse this flame
I beckon it, escort me into ash
Hot breezе of perfume into my eyеs
And I pulsate like a light
Betty petty theft
Of a pulmonary artery is right
How do you do?
Cool and inviting
Kissing was exciting
If only I had the strength
To conjure up the right thing
And sing the notes in order!
Devoid of exception
Born from affection
I just got to tell you
I think about you daily
I think about you mainly
Light the signal
Start the vigil
You have my unwavering permission
To swim into obscure
I understand I’m foolish
I’m leagues under your seabed
But I would like to be there
In every sense