2.

I like Maryl Rose
yeah
she's my brawl thought
dare...
... me, my lovely rose I care

I like Maryl Rose
hook
the chin up in darkness force
brook
when all comes down to prose
I like Maryl Rose

those sleazy crumbling pose
yeah Maryl Rose
I like your fucking pose

The brush is broken
with water transpired
leaves are covering my yellowed page
the rage is gone long time ago
while sunrays stripes the plants outside
into my broken window

nothing left
except this cleft
from great disorder
and keeping the border