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perfect little pebble on the peach

i want to carry you with me
everywhere i go

but you weigh me down
now i go so slow

i must be loco to want to keep you near

but the thought of losing you is like a creepy fear

you are just a little pebble on the beach like so many other rocks

in fact, ur on a peach and that's quite unorthodox

even saints in boondocks would say you look good in marune socks

for a little pebble i must say you have powers like the devil

my precious one and only in a vast sea of infiniti g 20s

i drove one with dents a plenty didn't fix it i had no money

but you're not busted trust it my musket keeps your vision in a safe haven

but when i think about no pebble in my pocket i become Wes Craven

so with my nightmares on elm i'm at the helm of a ship full of cargo

carrying a shipment in my car to cuba now that Fidel's gone let's kill the embargo

or we could just say aye after everything like they do in fargo, aye?

just don't leave me little pebble, you maybe rocks to others but you remind me of love in the highest,

and if i could i'd hold you still inside my pants like a vice grip

this life's been a nice trip long and strange for sure

and i would melt down that pebble to make it even more pure

the allure of this pebble could make the fragrance for perfumes for centuries

living the tale of a man and his monkey but save the wrenches please

in store like a minotaur guards the factory full of good smelling potions

deep with my pebble love i cast the rock to gold and dismiss oceans

Re: perfect little pebble on the peach

i've seen it all already under pink skies while secrets are told by butterflies

perfect little pebble on the peach
I remember reminsing stargazing & cogitating deeply at the edge of the beach
Grime buckets for breakfast downed w/ a gallon of bleach
bad intentions and addictive habits
dislocated screws..brainwaves out of reach
destruction and pollution is over-rated on this filthy planet
still rather increase the damage
carve poetry into steel magnum
and watch thoughts float away...
vision cloudy and gray like the way its dusty w/ blunt roaches in my ashtray....
x_x they call it murrrrrdah...

Re: perfect little pebble on the peach

but you said you loved me!