With your blond dyed hairs <br />And big fat hips <br />It obviously to me you’ve, , eaten to many chips <br />This weekend- weekend <br /> <br />I tried to tell you were getting fat <br />But you said to me, you could have handle that <br />And not’’ to <br /> Worry- Worry <br /> <br />So I said to you <br /> Now it will never fit <br />All the fat <br />As covered the slit <br />So now I have <br /> Sorrow- sorrow <br /> <br />I hope you’ve lost it <br />Before the next time we do <br />Because if you don’t <br />It will be like sleeping with sue <br />That will bring <br />Sorrow- sorrow <br /> <br /> I tried to find you cause I can't resist you <br />I never knew just how much I missed you <br />Sorrow – sorrow <br /> <br />You never do what you know you ought to <br />Something tells me you are <br />George’s daughter <br />Sorrow – sorrow <br /> <br />(You said you like singing <br />But you’ll have to do it solo <br />I wonder if I mean something else? ? <br />Better be careful, lose lips and all that <br /> XXX <br />,<br /><br />george albot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/david-bowie/
