1957-1961
truth, the truth be:EVerly fucked suzy: stretched suzy, wrecked suzy
forget
that shit, that liar’sstory, that lie
them “sleeping” yeah, drugged:
heads pulled down chin touch chestish mostly
, ah,
cuz “the movie didn’t have much of a plot”-claim,
is one of 12000 teenage deviating tactics
besideand milky Suzy would pay and pay later next February
trouble deep
oh-oh and lore tales tells tell:
she moved on
after dropping the softkid like a wetrock from her redder and wetter womb,
yes, she travelled filth-America and saw 20 beds
the nasty
sad men, and
one electric stood out:
unrecognized emotional might, his
he big-swigging eyes and mouthy letterer,
a tough Brooklyneer named DiMucci;
lovin, showing him love
then just noone knows cruelhappenstance
putting him down,
spitting on love,
innocent and faithless bitch to dothis
but she did like she felt,
against the world and it against her
like everyone, anybody, she ever met.
Leaving him warning
Singing,
warbling waning
“oh-oh-ohhhh”
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