The mystery between love and sex
Keeps on bothering my thinking
Each time I become a victim
a victim of love
Which is what I cannot run away from
Just like a man running away
From his shadow
Keeps on bothering my thinking
Each time I become a victim
a victim of love
Which is what I cannot run away from
Just like a man running away
From his shadow
When I looked up in my dream
As I lay so sickly on my dry bed
It was to me like am hollow
And helpless, and naked
Boldly naked and charismatic
Like a 1986 nude-male rockster
In Las Vegas, in his castle
As I lay so sickly on my dry bed
It was to me like am hollow
And helpless, and naked
Boldly naked and charismatic
Like a 1986 nude-male rockster
In Las Vegas, in his castle
Things began to be blurred to my dream
When they entered my dreamy mind
Coming so softly and talented
I hear the tiny bells ring outside my dream
As the tiny bells on their ankles
And those on their navels too
They were looking like tossed angels
When they entered my dreamy mind
Coming so softly and talented
I hear the tiny bells ring outside my dream
As the tiny bells on their ankles
And those on their navels too
They were looking like tossed angels
They climbed my bed with skills
And smiled at me with sincerity
While I replayed with a cooled smile
The way they peeped into my tiny eyes
Gave me a very clear message
And smiled at me with sincerity
While I replayed with a cooled smile
The way they peeped into my tiny eyes
Gave me a very clear message
(07 Tuesday 2010)
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