I'm a disappearing act done poorly, but if I ever get it right you'll miss me, sorely, look like the cat that just ate the canary, coughing up feathers, there's a "get out of jail" card if I can think of something clever, I'll plead the fifth on all of this, when your chips are down, and your drinks are all gone, I'll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come home, kaleidoscope eyes, sparkle at the world, my emerald city, downtown girl, in the sickness of you, I'm just a white blood cell, fighting like hell for you, I'm just a crook, with no intent or stash, pour gasoline on the vault just to burn the cash, I swear to God, I'd never heard a better sound coming out, than when you're whimpering my name from your mouth, I plead the fifth on all of this, I've got an insatiable desire for your insides, it's undeniable, I'll conspire and pull against your body tonight
jueves, 7 de abril de 2011
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