Pitch black bangs a quarter inch of two
She has cotton candy and bubblegum scents
Nails are pink painted French tips 25%
Pale ivory skin made of blushing innocence
A New Orleans baby she holds on her sleeve Cruises around in The Beatles yellow submarine
Never felt safer going 60 down ironically "School Street" An enigmatic orchestral competition with three seats
She tastes like vanilla ice cream melting in my mouth Not a hint of savory triple tier chocolate fountain fondue
Her taffy pink lips I dream to lick and chew Oh Lola Lill, what would I do without you.