i love you baby, love you, yes, i really do
your hair and scent and cheeks
i love your poems and flowercrowns
your van with signs of peace
you are my pretty baby,
symbol of the 70s
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i love you baby, love you, yes, i really do
your highs and lows and lies
i love your bible and your guns
your voice when you're polite
you are my pretty baby,
you're all bad taste and fun
you guessed it maybe, cause my baby's not like someone else
he comes in many thousand forms, from heaven unto hell
my baby lies, he speaks the truth, my baby dies, and leaves for good
then he comes back the next day, and gets me out my blues
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i love you baby, love you, yes, i really do
you sound like if the devil would be sweet and on the loose
my baby is a gentleman and always picks me up
my baby is a danger when he's riding his old truck
he is a symptom of disease
he cuts my legskisses my knees
he's the embodiment of self
exists in all realities
i love my baby, yes i do, and knows that he loves me
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Voodoo Doll Darling
PoetryA short collection of eerie and empyrean poems for girls who like the macabre, the beautiful and the doomed.
