Around lake a girl was circling once reciting lines and stanzas,
And dropping words in water, and under those circumstances
The girl was groping herself, including brain and nipples, and increasing chances
Of getting laid, or maybe she was just laid off from work in circus,
Which made her really sad, and, anyway, she circles
Around bloody lake, that could be fake, without any turtles,
Without any bloody water and even blood without.
OK, I'm getting bored with all of that, and that girl-scout
Is somewhere there, swallowing swords and dropping words, let's clear it out
Until it's possible, until she's there with some interference
Of our imagination, and her appearance
Still didn't evolve in some appearance disappearance.