Some of us spend hours In front of a Friday night mirror Trying to understand the kinda world where the beautiful prosper Slicking up the kinda hair
Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket For the land of the tall palm tree Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki I just stepped down from the
"mmmmmmm" In a small fishing village Northeast of Guam Sits a fine young chap Holding hands with his mom As the fish swim by So does Joe For his body
She's got the mind of a child And a body peaking over the hill Well, she would if she could And she should but nobody will With her nails painted red
