11 acessos
Rock!
We hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead
We rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption
Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
Confused the catechism with your chores
My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
We swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable
We rendered ourselves perfectly suited to public consumption
Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
Confused the catechism with your chores
My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
A lesson to us all
Louise will not be faltering
She craves a cul-de-sac to look back upon and so do we
If I appear oblivious it's only 'cause I'm blessed
With the foresight to know that I knew you had been had
Before you were through being had
Go easy on me, queen of languages, please