Mar 19, 2005 23:38
She tastes of honey
Leaving sweet sweet sweat on his deep deep debt
She’s worth every penny
But she doesn’t want to be
She’s the thick salt on your martini glass
When your lonely and have no class
It’s the time that keeps her blind
And the wine that says “She’s mine”
That’s the way he licks her clues
And the way she spits and chews
It’s the way they mate
And it’s the things they ate
That make the world a better place.
Its like seeing the world coated with sugar glaze.
Drunken by flowers
Loving every hour
And leaving sour scents
That make them wanna shower.