Truth and beuty,

Beuaty and truth,

I wrestle with,

In my youth,

Make love to evil,

Make love to truth,

Long gone are the days,

Of my growing youth.

Every day, in every way,

 

I love you baby,

I love everyone,

Who deals with the devil,

And carries no gun,

Six shooters, two no more,

Dont be a whore,

I love you more,

Than the sun that shines,

Than these crazy Rymes.