If I were a city I would be New York
I feel like New York tonight. I feel gritty and trashy and glam and slam and gracefull and poignent and tragic and manic.
You told me once I reminded you of Botcelli's Venus, and I laughed and called you a lier and I kissed you till you blushed as bright as me. I took a bath and ran my hands along my body. My full hips, My round breasts. The sharp angles of my hipbones, the slope of my collar bone. The slope of my neck and the curve of my cheeks. I dont care what they sa.
Our days are like wine we drink to our heads. We are wild and rambuncious, we run and we shreik and scream, Salem girls chasing our own deamons. You, you try and escape your drinking. You, you try and pass on your wisdom and find a repirive from too many people wanting to take too much from you. You, you are merly trying to find solice. I, I merly like the burning in my throat, and on my cheeks. I merly like holding your hand in the dark our fingers dancing along the grass.
But, oh, it’s so evil, my love,
The way you’ve no reverence to my concern.
So, I’ll be sure to stay wary of you, love,
To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn.
You made me a shadowboxer, baby.
I wanna be ready for what you do.
I been swinging all around me.
’cause I don’t know when you’re gonna make your move.
You told me once I reminded you of Botcelli's Venus, and I laughed and called you a lier and I kissed you till you blushed as bright as me. I took a bath and ran my hands along my body. My full hips, My round breasts. The sharp angles of my hipbones, the slope of my collar bone. The slope of my neck and the curve of my cheeks. I dont care what they sa.
Our days are like wine we drink to our heads. We are wild and rambuncious, we run and we shreik and scream, Salem girls chasing our own deamons. You, you try and escape your drinking. You, you try and pass on your wisdom and find a repirive from too many people wanting to take too much from you. You, you are merly trying to find solice. I, I merly like the burning in my throat, and on my cheeks. I merly like holding your hand in the dark our fingers dancing along the grass.
But, oh, it’s so evil, my love,
The way you’ve no reverence to my concern.
So, I’ll be sure to stay wary of you, love,
To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn.
You made me a shadowboxer, baby.
I wanna be ready for what you do.
I been swinging all around me.
’cause I don’t know when you’re gonna make your move.