Little Red Dress

 
3.16.17


Little Red Dress


Will you put on your little red dress

Because, I confess, in a moment
I'ma be
all over you
with this


Pressed‎, no courtship
Stressed? Here's torture

Bleeding hearts will part; soon coming
‎Crashing cars, won't start; I'm dummy


Too late now - the cow is invoked!
This beef is for stroking - so, have at it‎!

The jerky is quirky, let sprites obey thirsty
It's okay, you can go ahead and touch it


Base in my delivery, yes

Crass, is my demeanor; thrashing
Last to be respectful, cashing

And I'm not joking (when I say I'm not sorry)
Dear Harley‎,
don't mistake my demeanor for "asking‎"


Put on
your red dress - don't fret the circumference
for the strangest of stretches, some dumb shit

Come dangerously fetching, my shit's hard and restless‎ - you get this? High Octane - unleaded


I'm stupid when ruthless, and crazy - til proven
Then eat what you're serving, while swerving


Chest coughing, teared red dress
Blurred visors, add misers
Behind every corner - we find them


Sore, redness; blind fuckfests
I'm rude, rough and tragic
Loose purple puffs and magic, just ask for it


And, oh, ah - don't forget to wear
your little red‎ dress