They may have blond hair
blue eyes, for me, they have
more, dark hair well with to.
I am thier drive through, take
out, all orders obeyed, eyes is.
They tip good, bring me beer,
knowing I will listen, and never squeal
unlike the rest, I am there roller coaster
of life,
have a good time let it roll
and take a few pictures.
then go home and sleep it off.
Dress well, deep filled cuts,
no puking guts, blood-
less dreams, with Domenico's cast
we like to hear, ears know it best
how you like to scream....
Late at night,
when the oysters of the world are shut tight...
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