Juice

You smell like butter
On warm sourdough bread
The coffee I drink before going
Back to bed

Your room's not a mess
You're not a hardhead
You've kissed in the snow ridden pole, your
Shit was fair

You're sweet and small
You don't need to be tall
Your eyes are blue, and I can't wait
To see it all

You're succulent
You're your mother's best friend
You don't need to be loved by, an-
-ny man

You're sweet and small
You don't need to be tall
Your eyes are blue, and I can't wait
To see it all

You're sweet and small
You don't need to be tall
Your eyes are blue, and I can't wait
To see it all



Credits
Writer(s): Emily Sinclair
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