Maxine

You said to me, "you look awfully red" So now I harbor these feelings to my end And so death bows to us Two in each eye Back left, three up, and go down, you're all mine So you don't gotta be so nervous Because we all just got here Bad dream, what she writes On the floor of my conscience Leads me to your medicine Oh Maxine, you do more than I wanted More than I needed Pierce through You have a silver tongue for making me so nervous While they all just watch you Enter me with your clothes awfully wet Maxine said to me, "why's a boy like you hang his head?" "Well Jesus-" I promptly respond, "maybe this is all too much for me." I respond with "Maybe this is all too much for me." "Maybe this is all too much, Maxine."