Wednesday, 11 July 2012

72. I Want Your Body


The days of the discoteque are so far removed
The lanes of life can barely move
The stain on my sofa can be misconstrued
The Alcohol in my system can be pertained as booze.

I want your body
I want your body
Mommy
I want your body.

The state of the world is held in high disregard
The hole in my heart is so far apart
From the space and time that draws a life apart
The seat on my toilet is held in high art.

I want your body
I want your body
Mommy
I want your body.

You groove and shake
Take whatever it takes
The smell of fakes
On your breath.

I want your body
I want your body
Mommy
I want your body.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The whole world will
Grind with rust

The state of mentality
Shall be benign
This whole climb
Shall subdue in time

I want your body
I want your body
Mommy
I want your body.

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