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One cigarrette. Your friend, in his drunkeness,
you remembered my name, what a quiet complimant.
Invitations to a dinner and then a sporty little bar,
The hints and suggestions not yet taken too far.
You were...so big...in the lime and tequilla, you were,
unknown, or at least your sexual deviance, was lost
to my innocence. Your blood money from Iraq was a
present, but it didn't matter, they didn't matter.
The war didn't matter, except for you pinkness
as a reminder.
Straps and stars and the ultimate dark,
wasn't it fun to dominate me, to unleash that
sexual deviance on my willingness to try? Do you look
back and wonder now why I was so willing to
give into Satan for a minute of...God? And my
Passiveness got us where we are now...which is no where,
but with me on the ground and the blood from
your name flows all around me as I lie there and
remember...one night, one cigarrette, one invitation.
Give into me, one expression.
you remembered my name, what a quiet complimant.
Invitations to a dinner and then a sporty little bar,
The hints and suggestions not yet taken too far.
You were...so big...in the lime and tequilla, you were,
unknown, or at least your sexual deviance, was lost
to my innocence. Your blood money from Iraq was a
present, but it didn't matter, they didn't matter.
The war didn't matter, except for you pinkness
as a reminder.
Straps and stars and the ultimate dark,
wasn't it fun to dominate me, to unleash that
sexual deviance on my willingness to try? Do you look
back and wonder now why I was so willing to
give into Satan for a minute of...God? And my
Passiveness got us where we are now...which is no where,
but with me on the ground and the blood from
your name flows all around me as I lie there and
remember...one night, one cigarrette, one invitation.
Give into me, one expression.