Sexy Back
Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy,and I don't think this mind fits me,
the man in the corner's speakin' all lispy,
and I believe his wisdom cause his breathe's all minty.
Fresh, like Peppermint laced cyanide,
When you smell it your eyes grow wide,
Before you go to lie down and die,
Excuse yourself to go kiss that guy.
Living like Hendrix,
Smellin' like incense,
Quoting Kevin and Quentin, with poetic license,
Their dialogue is a catalog,
Gets us through the bog,
And by the way, that rhymes with "dog".
I'm trudging through the stack
of books and thoughts by Kerouac,
But y'all can count on one fact,
Like JT I'm bringing Sexy Back.
posted by Josh @ 4:54 PM
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