Henny drunk on Henny
Henny drunk on Henny
She seriously looking for a bar
She might just collapse right here
Her worries and troubles not far
Epitaph is not a text written on a tomb
It's what glazes the shoulder
Micheal Jackson is a bleach tranny
And a Muslim woman
Sequins on gloves and pants and socks
Studs on leather with zippers
And afros dipped in grease
That waves past the shoulder
And as bolder as society gets
He or she gets frightened a bit
She is a child star that has grown older
The king of pop or whatever he wanted us
To call him- he was a king but flawed
He touched on little kids reminiscing his brothers and father. He is king and/ but flawed....The life of a Hollywood child star
Looking for a friend
Looking for a bar
Henny drunk on Henny
And then music was stalled and stale
Henny drunk on Henny
Or propofal