Bare: A Pop Opera


Spring, a time for love, a time for two
A time when lovers start to coo
Spring can lick me

Are you almost done with this pretty little ode? i'm trying to-

Spring, to spread the spirit, i
Rip wings off butterflies
Then show small children
If you see me on groundhog day
Stay the hell out of my way
I'll be the one with a gun

Spring, i hate the word
As i hate hell, all juliets, and class
Mother nature is a turd
She can shove her flowers right up her ass
If i ran the show, i'd say baby...
Baby...let it snow!