budda juicey

I think of her, this devil in a white dress This love I have for her is so powerful That I would give my soul to this white devil No charge at all Just allow me to feed my hunger Quench my thirst One line at a time The effect this white devil has over me corrupts my mind And by all means that's fine. Laying her gently on the table, Admiring her white dress Sinking my nose intoherdelicatewhite skin I breathe in blow, Oh boy do I blow Leaning back, way back Into clouds of joy That being my pillows Feeling so loved by the devil inthe white dress. What a feeling.