Drugs on the Bus Crystal Fairy

Rose weekend hips of Anahi are caught on fence-tail fingertips
Bites against the sleazy hold of layered bunion's modest crime

Strips the curves, replaced by rust
She digs her way out, wronged by thieves

And I do not dare say to her to stop the fainting of seeds
'Cause then nobody keeps approaching my mime under a wave
Southern cigarettes keep an air in a vase
Before the giant envelope wraps you up to a crisp

Sun bathe the crash that knows so little
Next to grim tongues no one will shine high

Yesterday's presumptions have trailed city rocks
Smitten by a certain type of ease
Regulate Anahi's thoughts

Please believe the foiled grounds
They've been showered with limbs

And, still the woman sleeps
Forbidden to fly through closed ticks

Around the dusk she had the firm belief she would not speak
No need to hide underground when mother's a jar