Song of Cyndi
(playing with the Song of Songs)
The Woman
---
Like a Red Bull among Fresca,
so is my guy compared
to the rest
of these wankers.
His fruit is X-treme.
He took me to the King Buffet,
and gave me his ring.
Pass over that Coors, baby! and
hand me a Salem.
I am done worn out with
your good lovin'.
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I hear my baby
He's bounding over the cars
vaulting over the rods to me.
My baby's a real fox,
a wolf,
leaning against the speaker pole
at the drive in
he leans in my window
yakking at me.
The Man
---
C'mon, girl, cupcake, peaches;
c'mon already.
It's summer. It ain't raining.
Look, here are some flowers
I got at Fred Meyer's.
This is the time for hooking up,
you can hear the others in
their cars, moaning.
My balls are blue like Eddie's bowling one,
and the air smells like candy.
C'mon, honeysuckle, lovebunny,
hotcakes, c',mon.
You are like my kid's sister's hamster,
hiding in a toilet paper tube.
Lemme see your kisser, and hear you
say okey-doke.
Woman
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My guy's mine, and I'm his girl.
He eats mornings at my house, nibbling
like a rabbit in my ferny place, but then
disappears.
Night after night I dreamed about that,
and I paged and I messaged him.
Where is that fucker?
I went to the bowling alley, the diner,
I asked the girls at the game,
have you seen that fucker?
When I found him at the drive-in;
I gave that asshole the what-for.
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