if you could see what i mutter
about your jar of peanut butter
would you flutter
like Woodstock
into my awaiting arms?
could you find enough wood and rocks
to lovingly build us a farm?
i looked under your hood when it knocked, there's no need to be alarmed
you're ready
love,
howard
about your jar of peanut butter
would you flutter
like Woodstock
into my awaiting arms?
could you find enough wood and rocks
to lovingly build us a farm?
i looked under your hood when it knocked, there's no need to be alarmed
you're ready
love,
howard