Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,. and to lie to you rather than hurt you?. Well I'll confess all of of my sins. after several large gins. but still I'll hide from you,.
A slave's a girl who slaves her days away. In arabesques and minarettes. And tablecloths and serviettes. She's screaming, This is what you get. . First you put the tongue in.
I've been following. Your mind's instructions. Oh how just to slowly. Sharply screw myself to death. . Ah yes, there is a screw. It's pointed at my head.
You're walkin' like you never seen the light. Since you're walkin' like it every night. But I've never seen you dance. And I've never heard you sing. So how can it mean a single thing?.
You talk, you talk a good game. I wish I could talk the same. And a song is just a game. I'm getting good at cheating. . That's how you talk. Ah yes, you talk a good game.
I model lackluster panicky in vain search for the remedy. No words only melody come so I take my day off my love. My love she sits with me, I love, I love her company.
You seem the types who follow the line. Went from cheery vagabondage. To cold blooded luxury in four years. . No lick spittle or pick thack. From sycophant claw back flunky.