The Songs of Lisa B.

You don't have to listen closely to hear the screams,
We quickly know it's the girl of our dreams.
We hear it all day and all through the night.
And when she sees us she wants to fight,
She kicks, she slaps, she pounds, she bites,
we're all glad it mostly herself she fights.
Some things she does are really strange,
I'll throw a fit when my routine they change.
And when we don't meet her need
She screams again trying to make us heed.
If she only understood her screams we can't ignore.
How can you do that when heard through cement floor?
Remember when you hear her and thinks she's a mess.
It's not the true Lisa it's just PMS.
She's calm and she's gentle, she's full of vitality.
She's our Lisa B. with a split personality.

©1989
 

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