Tuesday, November 01, 2005
jimi plays the blues
after sex what is there after lust is what i mean sitting there on the edge of the bed big room big mind its 4am now shes rubbin my back dont touch me nevermind i feel only a little bad bad that i wont fall asleep with her and now im not really a boy no more i tucker in kiss her soft cheek let myself out drive home listening to acdc cuz i am a boy. the stoplights flash red black red theres so many people out not just bums tall men and women outside of bars i wanna tell em its not worth it its love inside your belly cant believe how cute she looks not cant believe how bad she sucks its love you must want im sure again ive gone down the wrong path but when i called her she asked please wont you come i think im dumb and someday my princess will come skipping and wearing converse maybe she wont have a string purse she'll knock knock on my door dress like an angel and fuck like a whore aint gonna screw on maggies floor no more the twighlights still growing and the streets they are filling the suns lighting up my shades and the bulb on my ceiling i wish i could tell you right now just how im feeling glad to get laid but love was not made dont come back here mister your tab has been paid.
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