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
ia how we'll survive
Swingin' and slingin' it
tucked away safe in my hive
with my gypsy girl
Our time whispered,
it grumbled 
it shrieked
and it roared
soar with the tide
Dive bomb fish when we're bored
On trade winds we'll ride
me and the gypsy girl.
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
and you best believe
she's packin. 
what's she's packin is heat..
She's your .
main line source connection
She ran for office and won the election.
She's  the winning hand
fights a very good fight
taking to flight
blink and she's gone
just a blip
in the night
she's a gypsy bird,.

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Buddy Bee Anthony

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