She comes around like the morning sun.
And she greets me with her warmness.
The dirty smiling of the younger boys stirs me the right way.
And I see her struggle in her shadow.
Her eyes tell me nothing that I want to hear.
He looks at me and tells me I'm hard to get close to.
He's a stupid mother fucker with fudged up teeth.
Where love puts you is where you want to be.
So I think of him naked, I think of him pleasantly.
But he wants to wear his darkly bright aloha shirt.
He's a midwestern loser, what else can I say?
