Dec 01, 2004 21:10
lookin' funny in my eyes
none of this matters if it be stone stolen goods
stoned and forgotten
the queen of rhythm and blues
met a young girl in the rue morgue
crying her eyes out for fear of meeting jack the ripper.
please, ma'am.
take me with in you carriage.
but...
there is barely enough room for my lovely and well-flowing gown
but you may ride up front with my coachman
twenty pennies and a blessing of three footservants to your name.
beware, beware.
i am lost in the rue morgue
with a disposable camera and cowboy boots
but i am allergic [the allergic] to them.
that's too bad.
yup.