Lily Labeau Lyrics

Kissy Kissy

Goo Goo Ga Ga

Oh!

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you see

They treat you

Like an Animal

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you see

You're meant to be

With me

Really lily it's silly

how willy nilly I flow

And still be

Ice cold

Like a fro-yo

Snow cone

In 2 below

Miss labeau

really though

Slow-mo flow

is a no go

But you're no dodo

so be my boho broke-hoe

Loco like yoko ono

Take a photo and phone home

Toto you're not in Kansas

Any momo

Lifes a sandbox

It's no snow globe

With the mountains

That sway in the breeze

The way her robes

move at the knees

At the hips

That they squeeze

The epic peaks

That they tease

At the summit

he barely can breathe

The state of waiting

in anticipation

predating creation

has got me

Contemplating

There's something iconic

No wait ironic

About a sonnet

For lily labeau peep

in her bonnet

An innocent love song

for a girl in a thong

Make it romantic

That's the antics

Superimposed

Prose flow manic

over dirty video static

vision collision erradic

The glazed gaze

That ain't phazed

Screen flashing

Screams dreams of passion

Making love

to dismal fistfuls of pixels

Whistfully whistling like

Kissy Kissy

Goo Goo Ga Ga

Oh!

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you know

You could give up

the moies

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you go

Running around

in that nasty business

Imagine this setting

Getting head

On a newly wed bedding

when the video stops

And i'm caught

with my pants dropped

round my socks

hands on my cock

swearing at God

cause my Iphone shut off

Frantically panicking

As I search for the charging port dock

And the inflation

of my imagination

is facing

the reality

of my situation

happens every day

Across the nation

But how's it feel

on the other end

Depending

on the cash flow

Defending

when they bash those

Sex workers

Trying to shirk

berserk lurkers

This ain't no manger scene

More stranger danger

Than stranger things

They earn every drop

Yet most the cash crop

skimmed off the top

By Parasitic

narcissistic business cinics

So call it ironic

but if you think on it

Maybe miss labeau

is most deserving

of a sonnet

so this one's for you Lily

You got it!

Kissy Kissy

Goo Goo Ga Ga

Oh!

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you know

You could give up

the moies

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you go

Running around

in that nasty business

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you see

They treat you

Like an Animal

Lily Labeau

Oh baby don't you see

You're meant to be

With me

Give it up now

Give it up now

And come and be free