Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills, invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed, I will scream in vain
Oh please, miss lane, leave me with some pain
Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seating
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price, trying so hard to find what was right
I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed, degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries)
Gyrating through some lonesome devil's row (dark entries, dark entries)
Pinpointing well-meaning upper class prey (dark entries, dark entries)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries, dark entries)
He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)
Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries, dark entries)
Of lonely office clerks (dark entries, dark entries)
Any lay suffices his green eye (dark entries, dark entries)
I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed, degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride, they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
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