Skittle Lipstick

My love, he speaks like violets-- without hesitation or creedence,
he knows enough to be silent, whenever I'm on my hands for him;
picking out the bunnies from his nostrils,
& with him I get the thrill
that no girl can ever impose, man-- he knows me like truth knows hands.
People carry roses & make promises by the hours,
my love -- he laughs like the flowers -- Valentines can't buy him
whoissoremarkablylikeaherthatit'ssort'vekinda scarrryyy-er..in.
In the dimestores & bus stations,
is where we make babies & replace situations
across the states where we left our lovers behind,
he knows what goes on in my mind
whenever I look into his eyes & he speaks softly,
he knows there's no success like failure
& that failure's no success at all,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww snap.
My love, he dances like the ring of fire
& makes me smile like the Tower of Pizza,
& he knows too much to argue or to judge
but man his girlfriend is such a t-shirt hanger,
that hanggliding into the ocean isn't no....flanger.
& like the dreams coming at me to bring
upon the wishes of a Forever ago, the night blows cold & rainy,
my love he's like some raven, at my window
with a LOLOLOLLOLOLOL wing.