Thursday, July 03, 2008

bloc party

'she's got sucha dirty mind
and it never ever stops
and you don't taste like her
and you never ever will'

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

She'd such a dirty, dirty mind
(none of her friends could tell)
'twas one blist'ry afternoon
Her head began to smell

Her friends thought it was charlock-bile
or bat-pus ("or dragon-spew?")
they look'd all over; her? she stood
stock-still, and thought "well, phew."
She'd such a dirty, dirty mind
(none of her friends could tell)
'twas one blist'ry afternoon
Her head began to smell

Her friends thought it was charlock-bile
or coal-pus (dragon-spewed)
they look'd all over; her? she stood
stock-still, and thought "well, phew."