Pygmalion’s Bride.
So I changed tack,
grew warm, like candle wax
kissed back,
was soft, was pliable,
began to moan,
got hot, got wild,
arched, coiled, writhed,
begged for his child,
and at the climax
screamed my head off -
all an act.
And haven’t seen him since.
Simple as that.
1 Broken Strings.
Let me hold you
For the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can’t feel anything.
When I love you,
It’s so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking,
It’s the voice of someone else.
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Revelry.
What a night for a dance
You know I’m a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones
And the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night so high
I don’t want to come down
To face the loss of the good thing
That I’ve found.
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The Night.
You mean that much to me,
And it is hard to show
It gets hectic inside of me,
When you go
Can I confess these things to you?
Well I don’t know
Embedded in my chest, and it
Hurts to hold.
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With Or Without You.
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you.
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