hannah in the kitchen
the taste of bitter fear
erwin grab a hold of me
and whisper in my ear
ye growed up gal you know that
grown awl purty ah see
thems breasts on yer bawdy aint they
thas what they look laike t me
wal erwins taired o waitin
bin patient wi you this far
ahm comin t pay you a visit gal
so
leave
yer
door
a
jar