Tea makes spirits too rich to follow,
Cunning lunatic, I'll come to you,
to start your body blossoming.
Start weekly, sweet daughter you must choose,
Discover the thread of memories.
This will reach you, for my mind is in heaven.
Imagine there, absurd passions,
influencing her watery luscious memories.
Sanguine Friday is here.
Blue maid, psychedelics for a studio head,
He has no green to hold her, chocolate.
So guts earth?
If to compose form,
questions are under way, more damage, oh dear.
Sanity makes a scratch part - the key is glorious women's praise.
You did dance surreal, neurotic,
Hence water lost her sanguine will,
from damaged smoke.
That animal I saw nailed me, and oh I'm sure,
will do some manic canvas.
He models Mama,
Come here, I'm all about bed work.
They lost some part.
