Lambchop
Four Pounds In Two Days
They say you walk around As if a ghost had Crossed your path
Or turned into a reading material
As it happens to be chosen
From the torn or taffeta
You're frozen in the Contemplation of a win
Ok maybe that was alittle Heavy on the word play
But as first thoughts go They were mostly to the right
As you register an itch
Or the thing that makes you sweat
To accuse the weights And measures of a lie
From Letras Mania