Sunday, 30 May 2010

I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward;

Are you perspiring from the irony
Or sweating to these lyrics

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower

Her bone structure screams

"Touch her! Touch her!"

You're making something out of nothing
And jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed

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