Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I could tell by the torn track jacket she was into supreme beings of leisure
Probably a problem with men always trying to leave her
I was caught by suprise
When i saw those love sick eyes
And despite what i had seen
And all the signs of demise in her sighs
Our glances did unite
and ignite
And i knew id never be able to leave her

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