thin waves of argentina
some fingers on my pressure points
i will not sit down with you,
lusty old man in blue
i can see your history on your hands
your eyes reflect your lands
i will give you courtesies
that you do not give me
and that is forever your curse
it's the weight of your thirst
and the filth under your nails
all of a sudden, you turn pale
it's all in how you can't figure out what's worse
the front seat or the trunk of the hearse
and oh, how palpable, the things i've lost
what could be better than a good frost?
they are closer now than they ever were
ah, happiness is such a blur
when i had them in my fists, i wasn't on track
it doesn't really matter what you plan to pack
i'm easier to find than a cure
all that you find dirty is pure
i love with my whole heart
i know how to stop what starts
you don't haunt me anymore
you silly, silly whore
i turned him into a king
and made you a bore
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
