Sunday, May 11, 2008

Pink Lip gloss

Lust is in the air
Infatuation not so Clair
I’m afraid were mixing with the two
Making our way to the bedroom

Lipstick kisses stain my pillow case
You’re slipping back in your black skirt
And I’m throwing on my T-shirt
Silence combs the air

She kisses me but not on my lips
Just get in, get out
I know she’s using me
It’s the same old routine

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