viernes, 14 de noviembre de 2008

Tristeza

and the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
they want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
at the sight of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
ANGER
skin makes them sick in the night
(nauseous nauseous nauseous)

summer in the city
I'm so lonely lonely lonely
I've been hallucinating you babe
at the backs of other women

and I tap'em on the shoulder and they turn around smiling
but there's no recognition in their eyes

(summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage)

4 comentarios:

Niña Monstruo dijo...

and don't get me wrong dear, in general i think i'm doing quite fine...




la foto o_o

Juan Carlos Castillo Tanori dijo...

sigo sin entender, y eso es bueno

Chiquita Violenta dijo...

Bueno...

Marcela dijo...

me encanto la cancion tiburonsin (: