sobota, 14 lipca 2012

Wry


he, six feet plus of masculine lure
when speaks it's like touching silk
sweet baritone of velvety you're
sir, unreachable knight, let me in

she, diluting doubts in Jim
photoshopping each picture to upload
can I indulge my every whim
and goad and goad and goad

can't you read my message
I need a reply
without any feedback I'm lost
and wry and wry and wry

he, walking mindlessly around
taking the rapture for granted
V-shaped, six-packed unbound
is it happiness you have found?



can't you read my message
I need a reply
without any feedback I'm lost
and wry and wry and wry


And I don't know whether I wanna be with you or you
I'm really doing well, can't you?


can't you read my message
I need a reply
without any feedback I'm lost
and wry and wry and wry

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