Kicking Pine Cones with Your Felt Boots - 8
When the Sunset
When the sunset there’s this wacko near my house, big and tall
He just winks at me and leers and doesn’t say nothing at all
And who the fuck knows
Why he there goes
Those glances he throws
But who the fuck knows
When I’m out on some dating he just dances and he sings
Always sighing mighty creepy, never saying anything
And who the fuck cares
Why he only stares
He really just stares
But who the fuck cares
Tried to ask him why so gloomy and despondent for a start
But the creep said that he’d lost his bloody stupid little heart
He’s all kinda oozing
‘Cause he’s such a loser
He is such a loser
It makes me feel woozy
Yesterday he sent a message by that new electric post
There were only dots and dashes but the point was sort of lost
And who the fuck doubts
The hints he throws out
The hints he throws out
Right into your snout
I decided not to lose my sleep in guessing what he meant
So I fucked him, gentle public, just to make him feel content
It was rather kinky
But what I was thinking
I’ll never be drinking
Before starting thinking
other pine cones:
Someone on a Hillside
Boating Down the River
My Felt Boots
The Town of Samara
Golden Lights
The Flowing Brook
The River Volga
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When the sunset there’s this wacko near my house, big and tall
He just winks at me and leers and doesn’t say nothing at all
And who the fuck knows
Why he there goes
Those glances he throws
But who the fuck knows
When I’m out on some dating he just dances and he sings
Always sighing mighty creepy, never saying anything
And who the fuck cares
Why he only stares
He really just stares
But who the fuck cares
Tried to ask him why so gloomy and despondent for a start
But the creep said that he’d lost his bloody stupid little heart
He’s all kinda oozing
‘Cause he’s such a loser
He is such a loser
It makes me feel woozy
Yesterday he sent a message by that new electric post
There were only dots and dashes but the point was sort of lost
And who the fuck doubts
The hints he throws out
The hints he throws out
Right into your snout
I decided not to lose my sleep in guessing what he meant
So I fucked him, gentle public, just to make him feel content
It was rather kinky
But what I was thinking
I’ll never be drinking
Before starting thinking
other pine cones:
Someone on a Hillside
Boating Down the River
My Felt Boots
The Town of Samara
Golden Lights
The Flowing Brook
The River Volga
* * *
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