Baby,
I’ll tell you cement when you want sand.
And those crooked lines, I’ll make straight
and line up that whole path to direct you to me.
You are from the shrillery but you are living in my arteries.
Baby,
I’ll tell you cement when you want sand.
And those crooked lines, I’ll make straight
and line up that whole path to direct you to me.
You are from the shrillery but you are living in my arteries.
New words! We love new words. 🙂
*goes off and looks up shrillery*
Shrillery: the act of being totally filled with nausea at the sound of a high pitched person who is wearing pants suits or dressed like a communist party member.
What!! Shurely shome mishtake!
Loving the sentiment here though – keep it up. 😉
There’s new meanings for ‘new words’ all the time. Jest have to look in your back pocket after you’ve sat for 32 minutes on a wooden park bench. 😀