Still a Little Girl.. sometimes
Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night Who feign to use a knife Jingle jangle the cosmo's are on fire The blazing lines of the criminal choir Rejoiced to be alive Broken and depraved Sullied mop and rusted pail Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes It's hard to remember fantasy or horror Unwanted caresses Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands