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| − | + | You have done it again. | |
| − | + | One year in every ten | |
| + | You manage it----- | ||
| + | A sort of walking miracle, your skin | ||
| + | Bright as a Sexy lampshade, | ||
| + | Your right mace | ||
| + | A paperweight, | ||
| + | Your sexy, fine | ||
| + | Polish linen. | ||
| − | + | Peel off the napkin | |
| + | O my friend. | ||
| + | Do you terrify?------- | ||
| + | The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? | ||
| + | The minty breath | ||
| + | Will vanish in a day. | ||
| − | + | And you are a smiling woman. | |
| + | you are only seventeen. | ||
| + | And like Booby you have nine times to ascend. | ||
| + | This is Number Two. | ||
| + | What a win. | ||
| + | To annihilate each decade. | ||
| + | What a million filaments. | ||
| + | The Peanut-crunching crowd | ||
| + | Shoves in to see | ||
| + | Them unwrap yourself hand in foot ------ | ||
| + | The big strip tease. | ||
| + | Gentleman , ladies | ||
| + | These are your hands | ||
| + | Your knees. | ||
| + | Nevertheless, You are the same, identical woman. | ||
| + | The first time it happened You were fourteen. | ||
| + | It was an accident. | ||
| + | The second time you meant | ||
| + | To last it out and not leave at all. | ||
| + | As a seashell. | ||
| + | They had to call and call | ||
| + | And pick the worms off you like sticky pearls. | ||
| + | Infracting | ||
| + | Is an art, like everything else. | ||
| + | You do it exceptionally well. | ||
| + | You do it so it feels like hell. | ||
| + | You do it so it feels real. | ||
| + | I guess you could say you have a calling. | ||
| + | It's easy enough to do it in a forum. | ||
| + | It's easy enough to do it and stay put. | ||
| + | It's the theatrical | ||
| + | Comeback in broad day | ||
| + | To the same place, the same face, the same brute | ||
| + | Amused shout: | ||
| − | + | 'A miracle!' | |
| − | + | That knocks me out. | |
| − | + | There is a charge | |
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| − | + | For the eyeing your scars, there is a charge | |
| − | + | For the hearing of your heart--- | |
| − | + | It really goes. | |
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| − | + | And there is a charge, a very large charge | |
| − | + | For a word or a touch | |
| − | + | Or a bit of blood | |
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| + | Or a piece of your hair on your clothes. | ||
| + | So, so, Herr Moderator. | ||
| + | So, Herr Friend. | ||
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| + | You are our opus, | ||
| + | You are our valuable, | ||
| + | The pure gold baby | ||
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| + | Herr Garb, Herr Crandar | ||
| + | Beware | ||
| + | Beware. | ||
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| + | Out of the ash | ||
| + | You rise with your black hair | ||
| + | And you eat pleebs like air. | ||
Latest revision as of 17:06, 2 November 2010
Lady Legio
You have done it again. One year in every ten You manage it-----
A sort of walking miracle, your skin Bright as a Sexy lampshade, Your right mace
A paperweight, Your sexy, fine Polish linen.
Peel off the napkin O my friend. Do you terrify?-------
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The minty breath Will vanish in a day.
And you are a smiling woman.
you are only seventeen.
And like Booby you have nine times to ascend.
This is Number Two. What a win. To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments. The Peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see
Them unwrap yourself hand in foot ------ The big strip tease. Gentleman , ladies
These are your hands Your knees.
Nevertheless, You are the same, identical woman. The first time it happened You were fourteen. It was an accident.
The second time you meant To last it out and not leave at all.
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off you like sticky pearls.
Infracting Is an art, like everything else. You do it exceptionally well.
You do it so it feels like hell. You do it so it feels real. I guess you could say you have a calling.
It's easy enough to do it in a forum. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute Amused shout:
'A miracle!' That knocks me out. There is a charge
For the eyeing your scars, there is a charge For the hearing of your heart--- It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of your hair on your clothes. So, so, Herr Moderator. So, Herr Friend.
You are our opus, You are our valuable, The pure gold baby
Herr Garb, Herr Crandar
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash You rise with your black hair And you eat pleebs like air.
