around on the big kid’s playground
i wished for a mission from our lord Satan behold!! ” ring , ring..” ‘praise Satan’ we sing
a text? whats next? you got my very favorite thing,
and you will always start first string what are you wearing?
is such a great song please say nothing. i live in ORegon, that’s like 3000 fing miles
away of course, I’ll delete, no one will see it,
you’re secret’s safe with me your balls are in my court,
you’re such a good sport …. I hear your dinner bell ringing….
and my electronic ankle bracelet is stinging me… Thomas Edison! We salute you,
who would have though what it all would come to???? so let’s go Back…Back Back….
go back home on the range, where nothing is strange,
perverse, or sick , or deranged Go back! go back home!!
where cell phones don’t roam text me the next time you’re alone!!!