Tattoos in Mayberry

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You're the bridge in my scene.
Shake rattlesnake mean
Gypsy Queen Rose Annalise.
I won't question your kills
or ask who pays your bills.
Gypsy Queen Rose Annalise.
You're the up in my beat.
Can't help but feel   heat.
For your scorching hot kisses,
I'll boldly compete.
You can curb stomp,whack,beat me,
Proclaim, it's my fault.
Haul my broken bones off
deep in your vault.
To be first on your list.
Who'd have ever guessed this..
I'd be made by your love
Annalise.
Before  we're long gone,, 
 buried, deep and forgotten,
let's make us some hay
not be misbegotten.
Give me all your lovin'
'til our dyin'days.
Because when you're good
I feel terrific
But, when you're bad
I feel great
She's the girl from The Green..
Still makin' the scene
Gypsy Queen Rose Annalise.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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