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By Misti Date: 2001 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.26.22.11.10254]] |
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Friday night never felt so good that special surge coming in waves oh yeah I feel it kiss my kneecap as only you can my moody garden is blooming teeming with the usual suspects sorrow is swinging from the trees you put me at ease so easily the bully blues are at bay as I sway to some random display of electric guitar godliness I confess to nothing I'll tell you something, sweetheart trepidation is a slippery son of a gun I could be running away again away from the aggressive glower but tonight I will flower perfume the stagnant swamp pretend this is all I want and more pick myself up off the floor and waltz like I mean it |