There’s a thousand muses
I know the barbecue in front of me
I need Judah
Especially in my pastel
A few maple hands
I’m caught up in a Mormon night
while a herm’ll do anything
Off in the Christian
place, Shakeatarium
I’ll bake you in front of me
Baked meat, you’re glowing
I can eat you right now
How long I bent on you
Manna waiting up all night
I’m that short
You should be impressed by my Lake Ness
Power hurt
If God put me in your plants
Don’t act like I’m Navratalova
