a carnal hungry chilly breeze
blows down the lane do what it please
cold fingers creepy up my blouse
and down my panties behind the house
trump my ta-tas he grope my dinkies
lickity split up and down my pinkies
I say weatherman! make it stop!
he say what girl, I ain’t no cop
I ask him isn’t it your duty?
he say “girl don’t you shake no booty
arctic harveys will blow on down
to pinch your cheeks and run your town”
I called that boy a punk and left
to find my sisters, all bereft
we got together and called the news
fuck you, weather: go sing the blues
love it.
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thanks, best read in an East Texas twang BTW
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isn’t most? Great respite from Morgan Freeman’s voice…
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ha!
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