57 Huge dick on my hairy ass

That's an easy way out.

I got to the time to blow out my heaviest sky.

Fly straight, the birds overhead,

with the sky up and down.

All the while, the branch of the tree

is a breeze around.

Hey, love, life is a breeze.

That's an easy way out.

I got to the time to blow out my fifth sky.

Oh.

Send my love and tell her that I'm sorry.

Get myself away from what belongs.

There's somebody out there looking for my lips.

What's that?

What a life, what a song.

Send the stars with these--