on the lawn before the bouquet fell   long before we hear the ringing bell   when all I want is a good look at your underside   reading trash like it was Judy Blume   your paperbacks are strewn about the room   awaiting their instructions to be mobilized   and everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows   everybody knows and so it goes   that everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now      lazy Rayna had a million bucks   changed into pennies on a hundred trucks   cause linen’s legal tender for a layabout   why hold your breath until your face turns blue   a stretch of rope you know can do that too   the truth be told, no one likes a gatabout   and everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows   everybody knows and so it goes   that everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now   everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now