Boy Genius - Vagablonde

All that glitters is not gold, be that what it may
But the tone and timber of something slimmer just walked by my way
All of us dim in turn and call the eye a liar
But form and function, in conjunction, permeate desire
What you see is kinda like cherry Pixie Stix
Without a dose of raw glucose, the image doesn't stick
Just to look and not to touch, slap the wrist again
The tactile tangent of something random is illusionary sin
She's a Vagablonde
She's a Vagablonde
Long blonde hair, torn Levis, Doc Marten shoes
She's a Vagablonde. She's a Vagablonde
She's a Vagablonde. She's a Vagablonde
Her constant nag and fire bells like background TV snow
Twists the arm and does no harm with allegiance from below
Not that I have found a cure or wanted to look away
Is it pleasure, in small measure? I'm not the one to say
She's a Vagablonde
She's a Vagablonde
Long blonde hair, torn Levis, Doc Marten shoes
She's a Vagablonde
She's a Vagablonde
Long blonde hair, torn Levis, Doc Marten shoes
She's a Vagablonde. She's a Vagablonde
She's a Vagablonde. She's a Vagablonde

Written by:
David Ketchpel

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