Tacky Lacking Couth
Why are you making this song so sad?
It is a happy tune...
But you're making me mad.
Why are you making this song so sad?
It is a happy tune...
But you're making me mad.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Crude and hard.
Exposing fangs like a viper.
And breathing like you're crazy.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Big and bad...
And tacky lacking couth.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Crude and hard.
Exposing fangs like a viper.
And breathing like you're crazy.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Big and bad...
And tacky lacking couth.
Why are you making this song so sad?
It is a happy tune...
But you're making me mad.
Why are you making this song so sad?
It is a happy tune...
But you're making me mad.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Crude and hard.
Exposing fangs like a viper.
And breathing like you're crazy.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Big and bad...
And tacky lacking couth.
Big and bad...
And tacky lacking couth.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Crude and hard.
Exposing fangs like a viper.
And breathing like you're crazy.
Don't know why you wanna be,
Big and bad...
And tacky lacking couth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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