The Pirate by Julia Rich If I were a piece of gold... hidden in a treasure hold sailing through seas of crashing thunder I'd consider nothing finer... than a pirate with eyeliner overtaking me for purposes of pluunder
nutty about caviar...black pearls in a silver jar be they osetra or sevruga but I find more fascination... packed in his pronunciation... when he wraps his salty lips around "tortuga"
I steer clear of the cutting edge I'm not hip to what's hep but I can savvy Johnny Depp
midnite on a tropic beach... moonlight on his golden teeth... me and the scallawag marooned just a little rum will do us... sends a little fire through us.. pretty soon the moment's headed straight towards opportune
I steer clear of the cutting edge. I'm not hip to what's hep but I can savvy Johnny Depp
*inspired and dedicated to johnny depp the best thing since the beatles*