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there was a girl who lived in a pink and white perfume den in the highest tower of a tall house
you could hold your hands out of the little garret window in the rain
smoke and perfume
i can't smell that perfume without thinking of her and how i wished to be one of the beautiful aloof girls
car sunglasses moving to the beat
the truth is nobody is shallow. those who subscribe to that myth congratulate themselves on having weird inner stirrings; passions and rages!
well, the ditziest girls have those too, and the dumbest football beerlads
everyone has nights when they speak tirelessly with another about the past and the thoughts and the future and feel themselves to be walkers in heaven
the division is between those who only look inward, and those who are interested in the world too, the great trembling breathing world ouside
the night comes quick now
at two minutes to ten there was dusk of such pallor it passed for daylight
in fifteen minutes it was black.
you could hold your hands out of the little garret window in the rain
smoke and perfume
i can't smell that perfume without thinking of her and how i wished to be one of the beautiful aloof girls
car sunglasses moving to the beat
the truth is nobody is shallow. those who subscribe to that myth congratulate themselves on having weird inner stirrings; passions and rages!
well, the ditziest girls have those too, and the dumbest football beerlads
everyone has nights when they speak tirelessly with another about the past and the thoughts and the future and feel themselves to be walkers in heaven
the division is between those who only look inward, and those who are interested in the world too, the great trembling breathing world ouside
the night comes quick now
at two minutes to ten there was dusk of such pallor it passed for daylight
in fifteen minutes it was black.