i love to taste the peach
on her pretty lips

and i love the way he
shake
shake shakes
his hips

hippity hop
skippy to my loo
i want to roll in the petals
and pluck my fetal feelings from the vines...

so what if my hair is falling out
springtime
means everything will come back and green right?

so what if there's that little man saying it to my whisper...

so what, it's green green green
like my eyes and the trees