Second step to Madness
Look at this lass,
She’s a Brass.
I can set you up,
My aging pup.
Crawling down the corridor of fun;
Was there lime in the coconut?
Did you drink it all up?
Eight track detachment, tied to the bed.
Three screws, two speakers, one love.
Black and white sneakers,
At my door, Brain Damage sorted.