Donnerstag, 1. September 2011

tongue tied.

but without thinking i say : 
"voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? "
 look i'm standing naked before you. don't you want more than my sex? i can scream as loud as your last one. but i can't claim innocence. oh god, could it be the weather? oh god, why am i here? if love isn't forever and it's not the weather. hand me my leather.
what's a man now? what's a man mean? is he rough or is he rugged? is he cultural and clean? now it's all changed. it's got to change more, 'cause we think it's getting better but nobody's really sure. man goes to war. man can kill and man can drink and man can take a whore. kill all the blacks. kill all the reds. if there's war between the sexes then there'll be no people left. 
i watched you rise. i watched you fall. now i am standing with my back against the wall. now it's your turn to finally learn: you had the world, you had your fling. you wanted more than everything. you got your wish, you got your prize, now make it right between your thighs. you grabbed for everything, my friend, but don't you see that in the end there will be nothing left of me?

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