Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Thoughts are quick, and if they stick you'll often be amazed
But you I'll pick, you make me sick, I'm caught up in your gaze
Don't pin me down, don't want this crown, won't wear it to your grave
Your legs arn't shut, you clench me but, it's you I try to save
The walls are bruised, I'm half amused, now come and lay beside
No longer fused, cannot be rude, I hate you say then sigh
Before I know, you make me grow, You hold on for dear life
Down you go, yes nice and slow, let's fuck into the night

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