Butterflies and moonbeams worship mother fool who saw her past only

in her head for what about you bitch. Long distant past for a fool

grown to spoil in vampire calvacades I’d dung done wrong.

Oooooooooops there I go again. Beat me Daddy 8 to the bar. Holla

cause no one’s listening. Fairytales are for foolish psychovites who

invade my nightmare called life. Give it up to Baby Ole’.