I'm a whiskey drinkin', cowboy chasin', helluva time.....
All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.
-A child said, What is the grass?
by Walt Whitman
Tell me how u love me more And how u think Im sexy baby That u dont want nobody else You dont want this guy You dont want that guy
You wanna Touch yourself when u see me Tell me how u love my body
And how I make u feel baby
You wanna roll with me You wanna hold with me
You wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me
I just love ta hear you say it



