The Bulgarian bar maid
Said she didn't understand
What I meant
But she was soft and her hip fit
So tight against mine
And she smiled when I squeezed her
And her hair smelled like flowers
You know I'd be there today
Lost in her eyes and dreaming
Rakia, Rakia what did you do to me
There was a noisy nosy
Brit itching for a fight
Insulting me and Rakia and everything that wasn't
So I had to
And I did
Rakia, Rakia, what have you done
Where have you gone
And it was like I said to her
From the start
She had
Trouble
Written all over her

-amahood
07.27.2005

07/27/2005

Posted on 07/27/2005
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