Blushing skin is whispering. slight of tongue, can kill so softly. Velvet lips sing lullabies. so satin sleek but still so costly. Knees weaken crumble and fall.
we got a call today. janin said, "mr. james is up to no good". teddy suited up and taylor got the car. we were off to save the day for their game. we are the....
you are falling for me. and the love you have. is reformed in me. i forget to tell you. how much you mean to me. but you never change. no you never change.
You were supposed to leave on monday morning. But you changed your flight to thursday night. I was supposed to take you around and around. This crazy town they like to call original.
when will i learn to be alone. how can i learn to let go of you. everyone can see me. but i can't see myself. have you seen the key that. leads to me.
I didn't mean you to stay forever. Here in my heart. I don't demand that you tear it to pieces. Right from the start. . When I think of you babe. In my wildest dreams.
You've broken down these doors. I kept shut so tight. I put the shades up. To keep out your light. You make me believe. In things I've never seen. You made me see forever.
I should have seen my end coming from a long way off. don't get caught but I went right ahead and told myself. my friend said: man, she'll give you the blues so man...
I'm being followed around again, around and around again. I'm being followed around again, around and around again. I'm being followed around again, around and around again.
May the good Lord be with you. down every road you roam. and may sunshine and happiness surround you. when you're far from home.. And may you grow to be proud.
Dr. Frank-N-Furter Whatever happened to Fay Wray?. That delicate satin draped frame. As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry. 'Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same.
I'm not doin' fine, I'm desecrating lives. I boned a phone booth of a lady shaky heinous crimes. Nailing hands down to floorboards, angry side gone overboard.
Little Johnny dressed up for his California summer night. Lookin' prim and proper in his fancy suit, shirt and tie.. Raised to be a perfect child. Oh how they were suprised.
Since the dawn of time, looking for a prey. This group of dildos, looking for a lay. . Fuckaholics, Fuckaholics, looking for a lay. Fuckaholics, Fuckaholics, ten pussies in a day.
Your life in god's hands, my brick in your hands. You're wasted, you're naked, like to play this sissy game?. I'm demonic hound my brick is your mouth.
There's a girl on my pillow. Starin' at me with those baby blues. And she's whisperin' sweet nothings. And now they don't mean nothin'. . School ain't shit, I read it in a book.
(Song of gratitude to St. Francis of Assisi). . My patron saint's a man who went. from town to town and paid no rent. The things he owned besides his soul.
the feeling is mutual. is what you will say. . if things turn out okay. if I were writing a play. . love will open our eyes. maybe. love will be a surprise.
These tiny bones, I lay them on my life. They are you and you and you. Arranged to be the skeleton of love. I sit inside them at attention. Like a dog waiting for its owner to return.
As I went out walkin' one fine summer's mornin'. The birds in the branches they did gaily sing. The lad and the lasses together were sportin'. Goin' down to the fact'ry their work to begin.