Dansy N Distress

honey n that blue dress she a danzel n destress lucky that a vet iamma test my strength reach out my hand girl get a grip my eyes locked on her hips her waist was thin like chips she made me shutter...ahh how u doing there miss iam richie rich i brung u a gift out the smoke came a horse and chairret we dip of quick vevelt roses filled the air i pulled out gifts Belgium trikles for north i melted her heart till time due us part cherish this there here first she made me weary this dansy here now without her i dont wanna live so my love u must receive a man so i must not plead one day lucky on my knee we will meet under the tree then wed under Neath