Atom Juggler

Brawlers gave their votes
And all that had become their souls
For a sip of mothers cold and ancient wrist
Pitbulls came and went
And wet themselves before they spent
The extra timing that it took to move their will
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough
There’s a valiant wall
They built up right before the war
Of extra graciously pretending not to sleep
Pour the loving down
Of those preliminary notions
Of a dog inhaling what he saw and reeks
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough