I feel that I could burst
Gimme a little drink of your sweet time
Is it the way you think
Or just a pattern of your glory?
Is it just some story
You wrote all for me?
Do you think you're my home?
Down deep you're just a little whorey...
|Bull in the Heather||5|
|Self-Obsessed and Sexxee||1|
|In the Mind of the Bourgeois Reader||1|
|Quest for the Cup||0|
― forgotten funk-uncle (Drugs A. Money), Sunday, 11 April 2010 23:33 (eleven years ago)