milkshake poem
Adrian Irvine, Harper Gordon
the milkshake poem's off
no more you coming hot
no more you gazing soft
no sweet caking me now
no matter the amount
I bet the farm
I'm better calming down
hold me closer
when you go there
little doses just so you won't
come on over
thought it's over
make it up right upstairs on your own
feels like I'm off of my rocker
lose sight when washing my hair
front door missing its stopper
kicked to the side when your eyes bring you there
hold me closer
when you go there
little doses just so you won't
come on over
thought it's over
make it up right upstairs on your own
