Summer of 2006

UCLA is just down the street,
I start in the fall and wonder how many,
Professors will hit on me,

That's cool, I like older men,
They say and it must be true
"The older the violin the sweeter the screeching"
I play the flute :)

Boys are too easy and rather sleazy,
Their touch makes me queasy,
(They are always touching me)

My imagination is like totally dead,
To much sun on my head,
Sunset boulevard to the beach,
This summer is awesomely sweet.

I pray for the Middle East,
But not peace at any cost,
To give in to terrorist is a loss.

The boys in Iraq are now men,
That is what war makes out of them,
The man that I love has survived three,
Yes! He is much older than me,
He would die to keep me free.

He is so far away to the north,
His heart holds a steady course,
He says that I'm just a lovely kid,
But I make love like a woman.