Girl, Next Door

Girl, Next Door

There is
a girl
next door

Pretty ribbons
and musk
melon on
her body

There is
a gun in
me

Waitin to
be fired

I make
my move

She works
on her
style

And I
wonder
“Is there
more?”

I try
to hustle

And look
at her

From her
bust to
her boom

Well I’ll
need a bit
more

Perhaps a
bullet through
the lips

I shy
away &
move on

Workin on
my hand

And the
roll in
my mouth

Caution: This might be all theory

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