|
By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.19.08.31974]] |
|
Mount, rider; dig in spurs, cloud of dust, pacing, heart racing, zero to sixty in seven-year itch, She's one step ahead; c'mon, damn you, don't fear to tread, 'cause the signal's gonna switch. Red light, green light; which one tonight, slam on the brakes, move on the makes, what to do? Just enough time to decide how far to dive or if you can get out alive or have turn at a screw. Chase it to replace it, hello, my name is, insert here; forth, long, split uprights, shoots, score! Don't matter if you wanna wing it or simply bring it, 'cause we coverin' every inch of the floor. Frenetic; now you see the thought process, momentary crush, adrenaline rush, he's addicted, Been that way from the first taste of the narcotique, but even stronger than anyone predicted. Street corner pushers, up and down, sell it all over town, but why pay for what comes for free? Oh, pardon my mess, that was such a pretty dress, tuck it under one arm, laundry bill's on me. Callous, disregard; I teach, my lessons are hard, you better pay attention or you'll fail the test, Cold is her shoulder but my apathy is bolder, and you're good, kid, real good, but I'm the best. Watch him reach out of love and turn off the comehome light above; no need to waste the juice, For every one you had tucked away I had nine times yesterday not even having turned it loose. Bait him, reel him; come the time to reveal him caught redhanded, countermanded, eye for aye, Everyone's got a secret stash but somehow I've the cache to blow your fantasies out of the sky. Stay, go; what the hell do I know, this; make mine double shot, 'cause I'm runnin' hot, steamed, Last thing I ever expected was to see her resurrected in form more like me than I ever dreamed. |