An AR-15, peaches and cream,
Hair that sparkles and shines.
You’re nineteen, you’re lunatic, and it’s fine.
You’re all magazine-fed, multiple dead,
Eyes that sparkle and shine.
You’re nineteen, you’re lunatic, and it’s fine.
You’re my baby, you’re my pet
We fell in love on the night we met
You touched my hand, your gun went pop
Ooh, when you popped you could not stop
High velocity disintegrates me
Now I’m your angel divine
You’re nineteen, you’re lunatic, and it’s fine.
February 17th, 2018 at 12:28PM
Awesome.
Rob Porter has got me earworming “I’m a Girl Watcher,” beginning with these lyrics:
I’m a wife beater
I’m a wife beater
Punch ’em in the eye
My, my, my….
February 17th, 2018 at 8:25PM
Dr_D. Thanks. And “I’m a Wife Beater” is packed with potential.