In the Snow

My mates have all gone married now

Off living in a kindred cloud

Not that kind

They cuddle up with kitten's bone

Puddle in their beds at home

I still can't find

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now

I check my stupid phone again

No matter that it's 4 a.m

It burns my eyes

Spotlights born to shine at night

Come what may, it always might

Burn so bright

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

High-waisted, she tasted like a salacious, confrontation salvation

From the salivating demarcation of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation

Her milk framed and rose satin, untamed by the silk that framed

Her Manhattan trap door, which became duly unbattened

She's Latin, out cattin'

Does everything that feels so nice

Come with an inverted price?

I still don't know

The ball is clearly in my court

And I am happy to report

It's moving slow

Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over, ah-ah-ah

Of a humbling Colombian

Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin (slumber skin)

The summer wind, we crumble some

The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubblegum (bubble gum)

Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us that the mellow tangelo is jealous (is jealous, jealous)

For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show

She said, "Hell no"

The cock bottom temple varies like autumn lights soft the cost

The Fibonacci lost her sauce (lost her sauce)

Into the last remaining hostage boss, sweet toss

Now, I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative, repetitive (repetitive)

An uncredited, she comes well-vetted

Gracefully and studied

Blue steadiness

The wrath, the math

The not yet fractured tabernacle of the Basil Rathbone

And the last disaster casting

Impassible laughter blocks my path

Blue chaff (blue chaff, blue chaff)

Blue chaff (blue chaff, blue chaff)

Blue (blue) chaff (chaff)