Intoxications
Martinis and meadows
Crayons converted to stained glass and vodka drenched watermelon slices
colored of permanent rose are new favored vices
Concerts under more stars less sky with notes intoxicating enough to favor me a faster drunk
Pure white stilettos put to pavement and paint brushes to paper until they're worn and torn and made of junk
Antiqued and rarified patterned Tazo filled tea cups mismatched with the greatest of ease
overflowing into discussions of hearts and diamonds while eating a concoction grilled with a fortunate mass quantity of moon surface cheese
I'm made of black ties and dive bars
party dresses and torn jeans
high maintenance low maintenance
up maintenance down maintenance
eclectically bred with sides that have no end
A personalized VIP invite by Barbie herself to spin vinyl on her player and myself around my lair
becoming dizzied on whirls and twirls and fancy spilled gin
Let us land by the lake with factory cake brilliantly placed atop a bed of quilts held by a cushion of green
I want butterfly kisses and a butterfly kite
bubbles of soap dishes and of champagne delight
Let me run with the brilliance and bask in its rays
tripping on summer's end where fire flies fade
Crayons converted to stained glass and vodka drenched watermelon slices
colored of permanent rose are new favored vices
Concerts under more stars less sky with notes intoxicating enough to favor me a faster drunk
Pure white stilettos put to pavement and paint brushes to paper until they're worn and torn and made of junk
Antiqued and rarified patterned Tazo filled tea cups mismatched with the greatest of ease
overflowing into discussions of hearts and diamonds while eating a concoction grilled with a fortunate mass quantity of moon surface cheese
I'm made of black ties and dive bars
party dresses and torn jeans
high maintenance low maintenance
up maintenance down maintenance
eclectically bred with sides that have no end
A personalized VIP invite by Barbie herself to spin vinyl on her player and myself around my lair
becoming dizzied on whirls and twirls and fancy spilled gin
Let us land by the lake with factory cake brilliantly placed atop a bed of quilts held by a cushion of green
I want butterfly kisses and a butterfly kite
bubbles of soap dishes and of champagne delight
Let me run with the brilliance and bask in its rays
tripping on summer's end where fire flies fade
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