it sounds better if you sing it

We’re on our way
to a sparkling hill,
that‘s a hill that sparkles

Pellegrino piss
pears crushed kitten heels
feast for ants

Spun with lacey spiderwebs,
a pool goes on for infinite
or so they say

Wow.
My tail
never lies to me

Go and hoe the garden
they say
such dirty work…

Did you just say something?
I thought I heard
whisker whispers

Oh. Sorry.
I couldn’t hear you
behind my Prada shades

Wait… umm…
What do you mean
I don’t have enough money?

I have at least
two apples, a carrot,
and some cake

beef bone broth
chinese 5 spice
and a hint of lemon juice

I’m sorry
about the chipped red nail polish
and glitter in the wine

The bottoms of my kitten heels are
red from crushing the grapes.
I wanted new Louboutins anyways

Meet me under the willow tree
you know where it is
on top of the sparkling hill

The moonlight looks so cool
with the orchestra of cows
“moo”, they sing

If you want my body,
and you think i‘m sexy,
come on, honey, tell me so

Bitch, please.
I’m sad and sexy
in velour

like, Limousine Limerence
la la la
linguine

Running up that hill to
Cactus Club,
a peach bellini

Poo poo
Pee pee
and 99 red balloons

Pleather purse
crumbles
in the backseat

It‘s about the journey
not the destination
I think?

Nothing in this world can stop us tonight
I can do what she can do
so much better.

— Velour, as played by Velour/James Albers