The Jailhouse

[Koikaze]

When it comes to talking 'bout head
My thoughts are much better unsaid
But if we shared a bed
Because we were wed
You'd melt in the joy spread by Fred

Now, that is, of course, just obscene
'Cause how could I know, sight unseen
Joy flows from love earned
Through caring things learned
And we don't know what might have been

Fred