A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Get in here and mess with it
You had plans to fly away?
We'll teach you hand by hand
Not staring, just noticing
Get all up in my face
Step up your game, boy
Your throat can handle it
You have to start somewhere
Just looking out for dad
Wanna get back at your dad?
Movies and naked chill
Spread me like a slice of toast
I'll try my hardest, boss
Parent teacher meeting