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By Bijoux Date: 2005 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.19.16.08.11053]] |
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fifteen more minutes I will make you a slave to my flesh slip down to just a pair of glittering thong underwair beg me to tell you things your girlfriend, you wife won't I press my flesh into you like melting lava uh oh my slippery insides are exposed just one more drink just one more smoke and I am ready ready to play your violin it's a sin but you can't help but charge right in the world divides when I leave the club somehow I slide right back in to being a person the telephone rings I don't answer I'll be your alibi for a dollar oh no my ribs show and I throw up to keep up with the girls who are eighteen with mean grins who weigh 106 and eat french fries with chop sticks oh what a beautiful world sometimes in just the right light I make a half assed Audrey Hepburn I just want some more beer a shot to the head a warm bed I can't keep up the money flies through my fingers like fireflies lap dance booth uncooth champange room feel the half moon rise outside while I am in here panting in your ear my heels click like Dorothey and you are far too wicked you'll fit in sliced my finger with a pin I'll chop your dick off for a dollar girls fight under the florescent lights of the dressing room it's upsurd I'm part of the hurd She takes a handful of laxatives the bathroom smells like a turd one girl down one to go the bathroom is free, junkie blow another line it's divine if you dnace fast they won't see your track marks so what their between your toes no one knows and I am far too drunk to be pontificating you're a whore you're a bore she does extras sucks thick fat dick between the curtains it's all a trick I'll pull a fucking rabbit out of my ass for a laugh but this place is falling down to the ground and we're stuck inside I can see your ribs this place is scary this one guy raped me I am lazy I am your daughter I am your baby or maybe we're all just rivals I think it's trivial I'll pack some heat you beat your meat it's fresh it's free I'm down on my knees I need repentance I lost my necklace I need a sugar daddy I need a hobby maybe I'll take up archery or play the part of aristocrocy maybe I'll just fall asleep. |