Lizzy

I'm sin done in water

You might be over hill.

He's somebody's daughter

As far as Liz well knows.

Send me a black one

Other than a big sun

Open with a castrate

A mystery mind.

He sits her with father

We seem so in a two.

Open up a C.A.T. scan

White leather free land

Wishy little be scar

Half-made mind.

Elvis had a daughter

Not half-boned siksura.

Heavy Betty big bone

Little kitty fig bomb

I'm no feet less

Give me one.

Eat more with your collar

Calling m-m-m-me in May.

Time is a big one

Only have to free us all

Misery to hope laid

Have them with the bong hit

Exit measured one seive

And I'm break and kicking Gary

Wringin' with the clothes bend

I hang my bong.