Margarita

Pariccia dan daë octopus.
Arriba desso papias.
Won't you take her away from us,
Margarita the octopus.
Don't blow your cool for Margarita.

Arriba!
As she sashays around the bus,
Blowing rings of smoke cut at us,
Mama seems to count up the chess.
Margarita es fabulas
Don't blow your cool for Margarita.
Play scrable comme ça, play Anita.

The Bonified, the eloquentic mess she spread, lick her fingers.
Bloodified the chandelierl, spread like a yard.
The witches' head, Ballerina, heals she tossed on the ballroom,
Floor, besides, she was just, she was just, coming to.