requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Be my Karen O. Seduce me with torn fish net stockings.
Entice me with your blacks gloves and smeared lipstick.
Slowly, drown me in your beer of choice.
Let me sink into your orgasmic growl,
And fumble into the soulful moans.
You can spend one whole day
Telling me about your next conquest
On the human race,
One indie rock fan at a time.
They don't love you like I love you.
Slowly let your fingers dig into my soul.
Be my Karen O.
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