You glug and you glug, Salt water from sandcastle bucket. You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach, Splash your shoes. You complain the tap-water runs solid white, You dangle fishing line for crabs, But they're not interested, I'm your only bite. I watched your face move in a compact mirror; How the powder settles in - premature crows feet, Caused by worry. You say I circle you unwanted, Like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin.
There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give.
Comewhat midnight, You commandeer a fishing boat, Decree to drift further than we could swim. Comewhat midnight, The neon signs, Have been unplugged and fade, You danced a jig down at the harbour, Create your own flash show with security lights. I remember being naked to my waist though not in which direction. "And oh, I am a glutton for love, can you give me some romance? I'm a glutton for sin". We are but two atheists in lust, You know, We gotta make our own luck.
There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give. |
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