there goes(my heart again)
a little more for little you
so I'm in the top of some hotel in NYC, it's 4:00am, and I think I've eaten all the pancakes this hotel will ever be able to make.. that victoria secret model girl that looks 14 has been napping here all day in her t-shirt(or is it mine?), and I finally kicked her out because Keith Richards and Johnny Depp came by and wanted to go get pizza. that was at 11:00pm I think.. we went down the way to Salvaggio's and it was kinda neat, because it was a pizza place setup like a 50's diner, so they had a counter with jukeboxes and everything.. we sat down at the counter, ordered a bottle of wine, and played with dinner rolls.. Johnny was wearing an old hat that he later put on my head while we were all sitting crosslegged in the middle of an aisle in some little all night market doing whip-its.. in some sort of broken english the guy came around the corner and started yelling and trying to get us to leave. so keith told him to go fuck himself and johnny kissed him on the lips and I grabbed a paper of adult personal ads and strippers, and we headed on our way.. they insitied on taking a cab back towards the hotel, and while on our way, they started shouting out numbers in the paper I had grabbed for me to call.. after speaking with just about every transvestive, sadomasochist, & drugged up sex fiend(males&females) across the city, they tossed me another number only to surprise me this time with someone whom we'd end up picking up in 30 minutes.. she was shy, quiet, and had a demeanor about her that suggested she couldn't care less if she was in the middle of a violent gangbang for the next 3 days, or if we took her out for cereal and milkshakes... cereal and milkshakes we did, and then back to the top floor for breakfast.. well.. I had breakfast... johnny carried Keith and..... the girl.. up to the room and now Keith is belly up on the top of the grand piano, and Mr.Depp has been smoking in the bathtub for hours.. as for the girl.. I think she passed out on the landing a few minuted ago.. we wrote a song and some stories and she taught me how to braid hair.. I think I'm gonna call my girlfriend.. and tell her about the things I saw at the museum today.
so I'm in the top of some hotel in NYC, it's 4:00am, and I think I've eaten all the pancakes this hotel will ever be able to make.. that victoria secret model girl that looks 14 has been napping here all day in her t-shirt(or is it mine?), and I finally kicked her out because Keith Richards and Johnny Depp came by and wanted to go get pizza. that was at 11:00pm I think.. we went down the way to Salvaggio's and it was kinda neat, because it was a pizza place setup like a 50's diner, so they had a counter with jukeboxes and everything.. we sat down at the counter, ordered a bottle of wine, and played with dinner rolls.. Johnny was wearing an old hat that he later put on my head while we were all sitting crosslegged in the middle of an aisle in some little all night market doing whip-its.. in some sort of broken english the guy came around the corner and started yelling and trying to get us to leave. so keith told him to go fuck himself and johnny kissed him on the lips and I grabbed a paper of adult personal ads and strippers, and we headed on our way.. they insitied on taking a cab back towards the hotel, and while on our way, they started shouting out numbers in the paper I had grabbed for me to call.. after speaking with just about every transvestive, sadomasochist, & drugged up sex fiend(males&females) across the city, they tossed me another number only to surprise me this time with someone whom we'd end up picking up in 30 minutes.. she was shy, quiet, and had a demeanor about her that suggested she couldn't care less if she was in the middle of a violent gangbang for the next 3 days, or if we took her out for cereal and milkshakes... cereal and milkshakes we did, and then back to the top floor for breakfast.. well.. I had breakfast... johnny carried Keith and..... the girl.. up to the room and now Keith is belly up on the top of the grand piano, and Mr.Depp has been smoking in the bathtub for hours.. as for the girl.. I think she passed out on the landing a few minuted ago.. we wrote a song and some stories and she taught me how to braid hair.. I think I'm gonna call my girlfriend.. and tell her about the things I saw at the museum today.