Bellybowl

Babe you are my bellybowl

My soft shoe shuffle

I come behind

I follow whole

For me there is no other

I look into your eyes so deep

I see how I may need you

I waited for the truth to ring

I only felt it blowing

O aren't we a stylish class

Devoid of spirit wailing

We've not used leaves

To wipe our ass

Tomorrow we'll go sailing

Ah, drink the water

It tastes like wine

And wine can smell of money

Though money may snip the

Kharmic line

It turns our force to honey

Honey for our cup of tea

And honey for our toddies

And honey for our minds so free

And honey for our babies