My Tarzan is too cute.
Oh, mama!
His wavy black hair is slick, Oh, mama, I'm dying for him.
Oh, For The Times Gone By
They're gone, they're gone, my tender Aprils,
gone flying, that vanishing bird
and withered all my charming gardens,
dead the tulips of my beautiful youth.
Mazurka/Waltz
I remain calm in the midst of a ruckus,
I want to tap dance a weary mile,
with a rhythmic step and a caustic waltz,
dynamic enough to dance and smile.
Before Black and Lonely Oblivion
May you always be adorned and blessed.
When sent by you, beautiful even death.