GREER-SURE-DOESN'T-UNDERSTAND-
JIM-MORRISON'S-LYRICAL-CREATION
Germaine does not know
what it is to wallow in the mire
happy as pigs in muck
after lighting a mutual fire.
Germaine doesn't know
how to get even higher
by giving it another go.
No desire or just retired?
SUCH-A-BRASHY-BLONDE-IS-SHE
They call her Mayfair Madge.
She wears success like a badge.
Elevated up from the streets
where she'd sang for sweets and treats,
down to her roots hair dyed fine.
Even her childhood. "That wasn't mine !"
SOME MAY, SOME WILL
The lady's hair tied-up,
or the lady's hair let-down,
on the beauty's head
go place a gold-crown.
Go place a gold-crown
on the beauty's head.
Were the lady a leader,
by beauty might I be led.
TAKE-TREAT-TIP-MINE
The girl charmed me
with cheap champagne
and her strawberry-lips.
The girl warmed me
with her sweet laughter
and firm shapely-hips.
Champagne and strawberries,
they go down a treat,
yes take my tip.
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