I’ll do her bidding, if she bids
Words and feel by Daztardlybaztard David Yates, produced by Suno
Words and feel by Daztardlybaztard David Yates, produced by Suno
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Part of “No Last Words from the Broken Toasters- the county jail poems of the Daztardly Baztard
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She believes all I’ve told her
As she lays her head upon my shoulder
We share a dream
And our life starts to unfold
A camera clicks - a moment shivers
Cancel one and buy one bigger
Culture shocked, and dressed in leaves of fig
I’ll do her bidding , if she bids
Life is like a hand of poker
One hand caresses
As the other chokes her
She loves it
Don’t let her say it isn’t so
Pain remains from her last lover
She and I have much discovered
There’s not too much left of them now
I’ll play the villain somehow
I’ll do the bidding she bids
She’s disease that rots the trees
Running through like focused locusts
It’s raining fish and psychedelic frogs
She’s disease. It’s killing me.
Lost the forest in the trees
She’s always turning water into wine
And the pain is divine
I’ll do her bidding
She bids
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