Starbory - St. Michael Jordan
Channel: Starbory
Date: 2020-04-02

Original Song by Starbory
I Dedicate This Song to the Public Domain.

Lyrics:
Verse 1
To my good St. Michael Jordan, have you got my mail before here? It was something round and orange, it was a bundt cake
my wife said looked like a basketball before your dog tried to eat it all
so I buried it beneath the willow tree I named after you and me

Bridge:
But I dunno, I got a feeling Roy's got one more
Maybe he'll clinch his nose, pull out a win on the court
So on franklin street I play, just to get my head back in the game somehow
And all our friends today, we can share a drink and say our prayers real loud
Chorus:
But I feel I didn't wanna touch the hairy armpits below the pole of her jiggalow
Heartache had been my one consistent in this foray of pieced together non-existence
My phone lay dripping beneath the mountains of App State
Oh where heartbreak happens every winter, and lest we forget I didn't get to kiss her
On the lips that night, so won't you kiss her for me? Real good, real good- St. Michael Jordan

Verse 2:
To my good St. Michael Jordan, I had to get a divorce, but the court order I wished it
Didn't include your premises
And I didn't wanna start this, ruminating on empty pots of accumulated garbage
Amassed in lincoln log arches