Just asleep she’s been waiting to creep for a long time   Friendly eyes so small they rise from the waist line   In dreams came callipygous things to my bedside   And shrimped so she’s pullin the plugs to the outside      Like the days when lovesick haze chemical fried   Lock your face point to minimum waits friends to decide   Mostly nights when your perfumes hide to revive   On all my soup we caught in the tide