Babe, theres something tragic about you. Something so magic about you, Dont you agree? Babe, theres something lonesome about you. Something so wholesome about you, Get closer to me. No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony. No who cares, no vacant stares, no time for me. Honey youre familiar, like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door. Babe, theres something wretched about this. Something so precious about this, Oh what a sin. To the strand a picnic planned for you and me. A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree. https://youtube/watch?v=JmWbBUxSNUU
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 00:05:55 +0000
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