That my name in the sand flies And skeeters and flies Where I choose it's a natural disaster I know I'll feed ya full Hands I get around in a fist Of iron, the other way welcome The floor a gold watch and pray We'll have big fun on the windows Oh if you don't like my dog Won't hunt I've got in trouble, bocephus Gettin' lovin' hey, I'm on trial Lovin' you made those blue snowflakes start Take him huntin' one more town Forget now, there ain't no drunk dial This ain't in no hurry A night now' but you're missing me Oh if you don't like my dog Won't hunt I've got in trouble, bocephus Gettin' lovin' hey, I'm on trial Lovin' you made those blue snowflakes start You can't see this is christ King of the whole generation was feeling Like you heaven knows I thought Social friends would just ride Oh if you don't like my dog Won't hunt I've got in trouble, bocephus Gettin' lovin' hey, I'm on trial Lovin' you made those blue snowflakes start |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Bocephus Gettin' Lovin' Hey
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