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> A clutter of lines from that movie,
represent a life less ordinary
(or so they say)
> mixed with Simpsons lines and worry
(remembering a friend named Cory)
>about the kids are things
that give your life its wings,
> keeping me from remembering to pay bills,
in a war of time, purpose and wills
> the important things in life.
Should never cause such strife
>I have a strange memory and priority list,
I’ve walked long enough to get the gist
> remember these lines:
in these certain times
> “Say baby, can I be your slave?
Is that a question that you raise?
>I’ve got to admit girl,
worth your weight in pearl
> you’re looking good girl,
as flowers in spring unfurl
> and I’m digging you like a grave.
your touch, I need, I crave.