That Fucking Girl ~ p berry
"Look at that fucking sun!"
Low in a mid-summer sky
Says a silly fucking girl
To her contact high
They're out on the road
And they'll be gone for a while
Eating Yogurt in a Yurt
With a faraway smile
She walks along the beach
Searching side to side
Gathering up the gifts
Left by the tide
When she has the right sticks
and she's got enough feather
She will bind them to her back
With found twine and leather
Then she'll spread her home made wings
And leap into the sky
Right up to that Fucking Sun
And look him in the eye
