Cerise Posted November 17, 2005 Share Posted November 17, 2005 Licorice twisted I saw you stately with your new religion, weapon cocked and ready and pointed right at me. How do you like your wild child now? Mr. Death Mr. Death but his eyes were brown. Who said sirens were women never heard you speak a sermon, suck a soul through chalice glasses every golden thing I swallowed. If there was something better believe I would have found it, better believe believe I'm warning you... Sometimes I think I knew exactly what you were about, so don't think you fooled me with your syntactic slide. Well maybe I was just around for the ride. Cowboy, cowgirl didn't matter which side until you introduced your indian sunburn How do you like your wild child now? Mr. Death Mr. Death but his eyes were brown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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