by Rachael Joseph

Created on: August 23, 2009

THE ASTROS

Virgo wants a convertible car

She'd drive to Mt. Rushmore

To look at the stars

Her head in the clouds with her feet on the ground

She knows where she wants to be

And there she'll be found

Pisces is always ridin' along

With a jioke or a story or a freshly packed bong

Her buddy's a lab who goes by "Gar"

And he's ridin' in the back cuz she's playing her guitar

Gar's feelin' frisky and they're sippin' whiskey on a Tuesday in his park

Flowers in their hair and herbs a flare

Music's blaring and it's hours before dark

Spending their days off with their shoes and their socks off

Sunning on the hood of the car

Talking 'bout new friends, old times and boyfriends

Missing lovers from afar

They're smoking Virgo's reefer cuz she gets it cheaper

And they see things from their dreams

They'll smoke the hell out of dope and hope against hope

That things aren't always what they seem

They've got an edge on life

Virgo's gonna be a wife

Pisces is still playin' around

There's a man up there but she's gotta beware

Cuz he's wanting her to settle down

The best of friends, living for weekends

They'll see straight to your heart

Some call them the Astros

Your future they know

They're now stronger because they're apart

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