So the doves cooed softly to each other, whispering of their own events, over Janey’s grave in the grey Saba Pacha cemetery in Luxor.
Soon many other Janeys were born and these Janeys covered the earth.
Blood and guts in high school
This is all I know
Parents teachers boyfriends
All have got to go.
Some folks like trains,
some folks like ships,
I like the way you move your hips
All I want is a taste of your lips,
boy,
All I want is a taste of your lips.