(I Don’t Mind ‘n’) You Don’t Care


Is this heaven? Place full o’ girls,
one prettier than the other.
Ahma broad-minded man o’ the world,
but each could be my daughter. (who’s your daddy?)

An old mind the age gap fool,
drowning in my own drool, but

I don’t mind ‘n’ you don’t care.

The day I die, I hope they find
a cigar and empty bottle,
sated rigormortis smile, at my side,
a brace of cat-walk models.

An old mind the age gap fool,
drowned in my own drool,

CHORUS

©4.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman


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