ImOhSoObvious
Bluelighter
I'm mixing my words
Technista, me, Mrs. DJ
Spinning lollies on my tongues into tunes.
Second that, hey sweety,
get yrself up and out.
Morphing into primal, into tribal.
Oh, so instinctive, animalista.
Come on, conclusive you'll forget nine A.M.
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Diamonds crunchy on my lips,
Oh I'm excessive,
Gleaming, dancy, fat hips.
Come, comma, karma,
Multiplies like that.
Me and my alley are one,
Masquerading as nomadic cat.
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And finally, see energy, Kinetically.
Cross the rope to not tumbling over.
"The mood for love" repeats on my stereo,
Phonetically.
Earth to Louis Armstrong,
Yr being too far out now.
Forget it, were all in the mood for love.
copyright, moi.
namaste,
ciao bellas,
Nicolette.
Technista, me, Mrs. DJ
Spinning lollies on my tongues into tunes.
Second that, hey sweety,
get yrself up and out.
Morphing into primal, into tribal.
Oh, so instinctive, animalista.
Come on, conclusive you'll forget nine A.M.
**************************************
Diamonds crunchy on my lips,
Oh I'm excessive,
Gleaming, dancy, fat hips.
Come, comma, karma,
Multiplies like that.
Me and my alley are one,
Masquerading as nomadic cat.
*************************************
And finally, see energy, Kinetically.
Cross the rope to not tumbling over.
"The mood for love" repeats on my stereo,
Phonetically.
Earth to Louis Armstrong,
Yr being too far out now.
Forget it, were all in the mood for love.
copyright, moi.
namaste,
ciao bellas,
Nicolette.
