Green-leaf dawn implies Something sweet in mind. But it's still your fingers in my back pocket. Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, And why I run from the walls. Critters by the litter Come gush

Well I know I ain't spoken of love in A coon's age. But I can't help it now. Just helping myself to Whatever I can. I chose The softest Kind of dove To chase around, To place bound and stout In a po