Janey
You are my
Victorian machinery
(Breath yourself to life)
Your tender shape
Is bending like the scenery
(Ride you like a bike)

You be the sail
And baby I’ll be [bad word] We could make it all day
Until it turns into butter
I saw your face
seminal pleasure
I will love you forever
When I heeded your call
And every heavy endeavor
I’ll keep your place
 [bad word] down
The mountain like a buffalo
(Seeds deep in your eyes)
Crazy
But then again
girl could like it rough you know
(Makes up for her size)

Be yourself
When I saw your all today
You be the shack
And baby I’ll be the desert
There is nothing to lack
When there is nothing to measure
It’s all space