The Lust Tree

The Lust Tree

You ridin
on the
lust tree

A Woman
with a
golden car

With pots
of gold

And men
to flock
around

The innocent
boy in
you

Fell for
the glow
of her
body

Went around
the town

With your
arms around
her hip

Blazin all
guns

The steward
to soften
you up

With all
the cakes
in the
world

And the
wine

To douse
you into
her bosom

The night
still young

You go
all the
way

The new
mornin

All alone
in a
shit hole

Caution: This might be all theory

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