WISHBONE

oh man, here we go again the tan was a point looking like a young hercules over here tight jeans and pearl necklaces would’ve made zeus himself blush god damn sugar rush intercontinental breakfast every. single. day losing muscle tone all that’s left of the bird is the wishbone soaring high above the clouds soaring away on wings made of thoughts oh people y’all lives are monotone whip out the eau the cologne gonna make ya feel like a goddamn gemstone oh people y’all feeling alone all you have to do is get a makeshift microphone and scream spread your magic light sweet angel barry white i need you more than ever show me how to be heavy and yet light as a feather