Sweet pear, sweet pear. Those who say they love you would never dare. I'll watch out for you. I'll always be there. In the hour of distress you need not fear.
You're a swine. And I'm saying that's an insult to the pig. In the foul furrow that you dig. Why don't you lay your head down. In that unconsecrated ground?.
This never was one of the great romances. But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes. But now they look in tired and bitter glances. At the ghost of a man who walks 'round in my disguise.
There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth. I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out. Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist. 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list.
Do you love him. Or is it still too soon to know?. When I think back a couple of days. Before I found you in his spell. Was there a warning?. What can I say.
Still. These few lines I'll devote. To a marvelous girl covered up with my coat. Pull it up to your chin. I'll hold you until the day will begin. . Still.
It's started to come to me. Your new career would probably end like this. All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss. Farewell to the studied lines and carefully broken hearts.
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I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas. And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve. I wonder if they grew up hating the season.
Poor head. Can hardly move my lips for speaking. I said. So, what is this thing I cannot explain?. I'd blame all the things I feel but can't quite place.
How does it feel now? You've been undressed. By a man with a mind like a gutter press. So disappointed to find it's no big sin. Lying skin to skin. . Shot with his own gun.
I see those newlyweds, their eyes wide and believing. They bill and coo at the mention of Chez Nous. Appearances can be deceiving. It's just a door and a window.
When I fall in endless sleep. I hope that I'll be buried deep. Let me be the one that fortune favours. Even good children got shallow graves. . Throw another clown to the lions.
You say you don't desire me,. She's only a hired hand,. Now you are tired of me.. Expensive care is meaningless,. Feeling nothing and caring less.. Cut off at the pass,.
This must be the place. Second place in the human race. Down in the basement. Now I know what he meant. . Secondary modern. Where there won't be a problem.
She looked like she learned to dance. From a series of still pictures. She's madly excited now. She throws her hands up like a Tulip. . She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party.
As I walk through. This wicked world. Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.. I ask myself. Is all hope lost?. Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?.