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For the cute blonde

Posted to Poetry

On my knees
I fell
bruised my leg
So this is killin' me
Had a sickness
Took some pills
They say I'm better
Still don't feel right
Sun gave me a rash
That's sore
The shape I'm in's bad
Pour me a glass of your kindness
The sweet taste would at least stop my wondering, where ya are, what cha doing, it's givin' me a headache

Lyin' on the ground 'bout to git hit/Last chance to go home/come on hun/Grabin' my hand, remember?/My hand outstreched again, only I'm on the ground/My last chance/I wanta take it/Gimme your hand?