Staring at the clock, I avoid all work
every single word slowly melts my brain
No A/C but the heater will still murk
As I burn in the sun, I pray for rain
It tracks my movement and follows my steps
She looks damn good in a cheetah print dress
They for hire like pharmaceutical reps
My brain melts out my ears and makes a mess
Your voice is like sand that’s stuck in my shoes
Your smile is like a parka in the sun
She likes to booze cruise and choose to lose
Choose the new and I parked her in the sun
Towering over like dante’s inferno
My body expires, word eternal
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