Monday, November 11, 2013

Fifteen Floors

Waiting on easy street
A brown stone where writers meet
Waiting so indiscreet
My sugar to feel her teeth

I guess all she is
My mistress interpretation
Sick of your tricks
So get your kicks off my frustration

Your penguin suit is very cute
But I swear I can't remember
Dispute with a nude
Prostitute who smells like ember

And I don't know
I don't know
If you're the one
That taught me so

And I don't know
The words by heart
But it sure makes sense
Ever since that we took part

Now all the hard faces I've come
With tears that are all from laughter

It won't take long before they get what they're after


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