State of Mind:

Dear Danny,
I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it…Read More

It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
It’s Cryi…Read More