We trap our teens in empty houses fill them up with stars
On nights when mother nature skips town they slumber
Scattered across rooms fallen over floors high from grass
Playing video games waiting as Gino and Ruby make love
Returning confident and cool smiles wide along their faces
Bright lights burn white skin long haired boys Calvin Kleins
Spread among sofas burly muscular drinking in Lulu's eyes
Blondest of blondes tarantula curls under blanket love doll
When evening darkens the spirit one among them appears
Will himself grapple in purple glow until she yields her womb


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