You gotta love
knot in your throat, a rich
crime in your pat o'butter.
Baby, your grill
cheese rubs a parta me.
Got the wean shoes.
Got the mean blues.
Lasnight, it was all cool
melon, juttin' out that
chin and whatnot. You
got prime, baby,
rib style. Jelly to your
nut special. Rootin'
out that bega. Love
knots pokin out
this way and that,
belly full, Santa like.
ala Kevin Young
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