Songs Prose

ok, so here we are, a ship in a bottle, trusted but white and nerdy. I'm getting good vibrations in this love shack but all you need is love. I feel nausea thinking about no woman no cry. Maybe ill take my picture, of a bowl of oranges cause im born in the usa. Put your records on, don't wait, and crash into me, there is smoke on the water. The end is nothing but a g thang cause baby britain is a candle in the wind. You are a hound dog, stan. I will survive, everlong so welcome to the jungle. Take this stairway to heaven, cause im a black dog, im a freebird..