With one or two I get used to the room, we go slow when we first make our moves.
By five or six bring your wheel to the car.
Number nine with my head on the bar.
Its sad, but true, out of cash, and I own you.
We got desperate desires and unadmirable plans, my tounge will taste the gin and malicious intent.
Bring you back to the bar get you out of the cold, a sober straight face gets you out of your clothes.
And they're scared, that we know all the crimes they'll commit and who they'll kiss before they get home.
I will lie awake.
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, let you fall for every empty word I say.
Barely concious in the doorway you stand, your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demand.
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute, I almost feel sorry for what i'm gonna do.
And your hair smells of smoke.
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone.
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold, in the shape of a heart that they cut outa stone.
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start, if you let me have my way i swear ill tear you apart.
'Cause it's all, you can be, you're a drunk, and you're scared, it's ladies night, all the girls drink for free.
I will lie awake.
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, let you fall for every empty word I say.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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:'(
ReplyDeleteit's the truth put in a very, very beautiful way i think.
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