Snake...

Me and Snake

Talk about you every day

I can't wait to see your face

And he tells me he feels the same

We lie awake

We're tired but we can't get to sleep

I'm tired cause I've scraped through the day

He's tired because he's been out late again

And there he lies

Staring up with his big, gay eye

He whispers to me

Aren't you tired?

I'm tired of missing B

I'll wait with Snake

He's soft inside but not as soft as you

I love that Snake

I love you more, he's no substitute

I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon

Yesterday

Snake told me 'bout the time when we

Came to meet you off the plane

We all drove home in wheels

He was proud

And awfully glad that I took him out

I said 'How does New York sound?'

He said 'It sounds quite loud'

So pack your pipes,

And pack your chapstick and your tights

Won't you foregoing

Out at night?

We'll go and visit B

We'll take your camera

And go to the zoo

And take pictures of other

Snakes with you

And hope one turns out to be gay

I'll wait with Snake

He's soft inside but not as soft as you

I love that Snake

I love you more, he's no substitute

I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon