Dedicated to "Ashley,David,Jonathon"
They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers
They rule the ground like they harvested enough to make thanksgiving stay around
Triple the emotion worse then Paris floating in an ocean
You could never tell when the frustration is emerging
Till they begin to start yelling & yawning
I’ve known many people in my day
But not enough that I could say
Hey brothers of the pack, Id Love you forever cause there is no turning back
We would sail the seven seas in hope to grow a bigger Bond between the spring leaves
I know what’s best for you and likewise towards me
When the day reaches a closing and all the mothers start yawning
Just look back on what you have
And why you can’t say your day was bad
They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers
They think they rule the roost even though they don’t even lay or Hatch
They are a match for the younger boys and there baseball caps
But they don’t mix in the scene cause they find friendship from in between
Don’t call them because they will call you after all
They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers
By Chloe Rae
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