Cheated death on top of an ice cream sundae
Cherry vanilla and extra sprinkles, I’m that kinda girl
Static from the radio was like honey
Sweet and it kept me stuck
I have killed many men
A self-hired mercenary
Working around the clock to fill some unknown quota
Misadventures took me far overseas
Then left me on the couch
Scent of inevitable decay and 5-dollar cologne
I bathed in essential oils and floated on cloud 9
To that safe, handmade abode in the 1960s
Where no one could touch me
02.27.2012
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