Or the baker’s men
Never gonna go down that road again.
You gotta get a grasp girl
Handle bars with glittery grips
The tinsel tassels sparked from my hands.
Smear the queer
Not allowed here, change the name
How about the kissing game?
Cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Sticks are our guns, our bows and arrows.
Always, secretly wanting to be
The prisoner
FInd me, defend me, rescue me.
Superstar on the stage
A fireplace hearth, hairbrush microphone
She’s always a Woman in Vienna.
Secret agent Anderson
Don’t blow my cover
Channel 14.
Black tape recorder
All the buttons on one end
Secretly record lovers in the living room.
Standing in the waves
One comes in as the other goes out
We’re dying as our parents laugh.
In a rare appearance
Mrs. Hoysington kicked you in the ribs
You winked and rolled in the grass in pain.
Edna, Larry Bird, Otis Birdsong
Then Lil’ Bit
Tuffy, Bandit, and Oodoo too.
It all happened
It’s all true
On the Street of the King.
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