How old are you there, cotton candy?
Three times seven years I guess,
I guess you know just how you tease me,
Standing there in that summer dress.
Down by the penny arcade,
In high heel shoes, with sugar pink lips,
How many broken hearts have you made?
How few have cum between those hips?
Oh, if I were again three times seven,
Flowers to you I’d gladly bring,
Oh, if I were again three times seven,
The cotton candy blues I’d sing.
You flirt your eye at a handsome face,
My wealth I’d trade, to take his place.
2015