Auburn Thomas

I fill my lungs with watermelon sugar

That's not a Harry reference, I promise

Ramble on, I ramble on all the time

I shift into the shape for another life

In my ears and on my tongue it spills from my mouth

And into yours, cigarette smoke and laughter

Aren't I so impressive the way I warp the minds

And wrap everyone's arms around mine?

God, I wish I was in the 70s' just for Robert Plant to give me

A quick kiss and a concert and to be his groupie

But I'll settle for the kiss of a girl at a party who can take a drag from me