No Kisses Left

No kisses left to plant on mama’s breast

No kisses left upon eyes that wept

She walked out the door and stole them away

No wishes for your return, girl

The thought of you just burns, girl

Your hot poker’s got me branded from neck to thigh

Your nectar full of fruit flies

No kisses left to make you grown

No kisses left for this wishbone

He ate my Shepherds Pie and left a mess

Dirty dishes in the sink but my food don’t digest

No more leftovers for you, boy

You’re much too picky with your food, boy

No kisses left in me anyway.

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