Poem/Type Art.-*

Girls gonna find her a young punk

One that will say hey without being drunk

A black-haired bastard crammed, bursting with attitude

One in love with the world people and solitude

Girls gonna find one with funk in his waines

One boy that all of her strangeness drains

A tattooed mohawk freak of a boyfriend to be

One that loves both her peaches and can shake her tree


She's much to young for a marriage to start so all o her lovers go tear at her heart

O much to young for a marriage to start so tear right and left tear it nearly apart

Doesn't matter what she's seeing in you, so much more important to not make her blue

Yes my boy if you do want her love then you tear at her with every piece o thy soul


She is an angelic fruitcake

A mental earthquake

So drive me high or drain me down

Ill go for another round


Well, all o soul is all of love

yes nothing more then soul makes me loose control

Nervous no, come on lets go

She.ll go, she.ll go, she.ll go go go

For her to live a life, that's not empty but ripe

Its all a matter o to be or to not

So realize the moment is all that you got


I am the angelic fruitcake

A mental earthquake

So drive me high or drain me down

My attitude is all around

I.ll go for another round


Bridge:

For little girls, like she or me

All you want is to climb in life's apple tree

So little girl like she or me

Go out, go climb in thy apple tree.-*