Trauma Queen Junkie
There is too much make-up on her pretty face
Eye-shadow and lipstick
She is like a leopard skin tiger
And now she wants your Zippo
To light her c I g a – r – O - flame
She jiggles
And she wiggles
Those eye lashes
She is a Rock & Roll spider
Her boots are too tight
Her G-string so bright
Her birthday is round about the
Oh Never mind
She has a permanent tallness
Her teeth are…yes flawless
She is the straight in an aero buster
She is a hallelujah white wash
She is as common as a royal flush
Her chap’ pie just the right fit
She is a Panel Van
Dub - ble - clutch
She uses too much good stuff
She is a trauma queen junkie
A tear jerkin mama
Dropped tears in her whisky
She is a hip hop hubcap junkie
Oh she like her boy friends funky
And still too much eye shadow
Tear jerk junky cookie
Oh!! She thinks she is funky
But real cranky junkie
Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Still LOL--you, my dear, are a hoot and a holler when the mood gits ya!
Ron
Carole...love and peace to you
love
Ian
Blessings,
Carolyn
a m a z i n g will hafta do. ~~ L O V E I T !!! 'Pea' <3
Regis
Very often we assume role playing to hide and conceal our own true feelings
Extrovert write Tinks
Love
Peter
Felix
but no thanks.
cowboy
Brava!
Eileen