Tattoos in Mayberry
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You asked, what are we supposed to do with it?
I'll paint us an indelible blue sky
Flying up high like
two gypsy birds
sampling every new thrill
sharing our secrets and popping
love pills
fightin' our best fight
never too early
but fashionably late
doing it up right
Flying off in the haze
to destination anywhere
keepin ours zippered tight,
Woken up and alive.
Me and you
making two
living our life
as two gypsy birds.
.
When we make a landing
you'll know we've arrived
working the small game large
it's how we' will thrive
Swingin' and slingin' it
warn and snug in our hive
with the gypsy girl
Our time together will whisper
it shall shriek
grumble and roar
soar with the tide
Dive bomb fish when we're bored
On trade winds we'll ride
me and the gypsy girl.
arise from the tide.
She's a little hot and sour,
she's mixed salty with sweet.
She'll put your back and front side in motion
with her fingers and feet...
no matter what's crackin'.
The gypsy girl has the drop on you
with the heat that she's packin. .
She's your .
main line source connection
She ran for high office and won the election.
She's the winning hand
who fights the very good fight
blink, and she's gone
a blip in the night
she's a gypsy bird,.
.
All editing and publishing rights reserved' as is' by this author
Buddy Bee Anthony
I'll paint us an indelible blue sky
Flying up high like
two gypsy birds
sampling every new thrill
sharing our secrets and popping
love pills
fightin' our best fight
never too early
but fashionably late
doing it up right
Flying off in the haze
to destination anywhere
keepin ours zippered tight,
Woken up and alive.
Me and you
making two
living our life
as two gypsy birds.
.
When we make a landing
you'll know we've arrived
working the small game large
it's how we' will thrive
Swingin' and slingin' it
warn and snug in our hive
with the gypsy girl
Our time together will whisper
it shall shriek
grumble and roar
soar with the tide
Dive bomb fish when we're bored
On trade winds we'll ride
me and the gypsy girl.
arise from the tide.
She's a little hot and sour,
she's mixed salty with sweet.
She'll put your back and front side in motion
with her fingers and feet...
no matter what's crackin'.
The gypsy girl has the drop on you
with the heat that she's packin. .
She's your .
main line source connection
She ran for high office and won the election.
She's the winning hand
who fights the very good fight
blink, and she's gone
a blip in the night
she's a gypsy bird,.
.
All editing and publishing rights reserved' as is' by this author
Buddy Bee Anthony
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