Oh Helena, Oh Helena you cruise down the streets
on the West Village asphalt with your long slender feet
each day, for the past 10, I'm on my stoop, and you casually pass
to your crib 2 doors down, with a tight, tiny ass
sometimes at my "office", you will also stop in
for a coffee with milk, and a glimpse of the Ginge?
A stalker you must think me - no just your new best friend
So we smile, nod and wave, bff to the end.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
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