For T Part 1
The common men do not like me
So you sit me down, my spree, spree
I light my cigarette, the fire blazed, ardor, ardor
I'll make a dramatic plea, the another day, someday
I should have fled, fled, the moment you stopped, stopped
Heavenly, hysterically tunes, sinking in my fumes
Just the way your fingers are working in my hair, stroke, stroke
You drive that blue car and touch my head, only you can do this, kiss, kiss
Finger tips on my neck, wreck, wreck
"What if an old man like me would strangle you a little bit in the middle of the woods?"
You can hear me laughing, I can see you photographing
Stand up on that chair while I'm wallowing around you in the grassland, watch me from the clouds, crowds
You used me in all the ways you could, all good, all good
Cause that's how I see your photography art, by heart, by heart
Is that all? Recall. Me and my alcohol. Above all.
Is this the forest where I got all I ever wanted?
Can I get my man and little white dress back?
The smell of tears on my pillow and your's smell on my clothes, I'm fine, I'm fine, I wanna leave behind
Everywhere I go, I smell you and that little dark bluecar salon, I can't go on, go on
I see you in crowds and hear that voice that once told me the most beautiful words in the whole world
I follow you, the back of your neck and we fight with the trees, squeeze, squeeze
Why don't you do right? Like any other man, sad, sad
Standing in front of me while I'm smoking in your car, looking with all yout passion, action, satisfaction
Creeping around, 27 and 5 and dark blue car
Can we try another day?
Would you look at me like that day, the another day, someday?
Sunday part 2, sitting in that car after a long time
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