fredag 16 januari 2009

I sold my soul for rock'n'roll

two pair’s of eyes burning through me
like children taking turns
get the pretty girls attention
“whats your name?”
sweet words, and eyes even sweeter
(boy, you can kiss my fist)

pull me in and close the backstagedoor
perfect strangers suit me best
and you know you fit the bill

curious eyes
burning with adolescent affection
“you’re pretty”
(& my eyes could kill)
“what? is it a crime to tell you you’re pretty?”
shut up boy,
“honestly, i’m like in love with you”

tell me drummer boy,
how do you like the beat
of my heels walking away?

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