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By Willie Survive Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2003 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.13.09.34.11389]] |
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I shine my shield of tinted glass To reflect your serpents locks and tresses I didn't used to cover my ass Until I felt your stone caresses No statue of rock, just good strong wood And wit to protect from barb and sling I'll kiss the shield and make it good No snakes will get into anything Turn your others into stone Those fools who cannot stay Their urge to look into your face Because I don't choose to play You play the game, a smooth voiced siren To Venus' flytrap you beckon But I've no tongue to taste your drug I'll stay away I reckon |