Henrietta
Henrietta,
I drift along your loving stream,
You are a wayward river.
I drift along your loving stream,
You are a wayward river.
And when I put you in my mouth,
Your liquid makes me quiver.
Your liquid is as sweet as nectar,
Though one hundred times more potent.
And if any man abuses you,
You’ll kill em, I ain’t jokin.
But you also go for women too,
You don’t care about who or when.
And whenever you are by my side,
The party can begin.
Some people say that you’re a bitch,
An evil on this world.
But I say, “fuck the masses babe,”
You’re the perfect kind of girl.
You’re a comfort to the broken hearted,
A buddy and a friend.
And when the feelings start to wear,
A kiss brings them again.
And whenever things get too intense,
And suddenly I'm hurting.
I simply call our good friend aqua,
And once more things are working.
To Henrietta Hangover,
A lover and a friend.
A bitch, a beer, a wine and spirit,
Our love will never end.
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