Senorita...Oh SenoritaSenorita...
Her skirt flows ‘round the corner of the bar, and the smooth , soft touch falls across my arm. Swivelling around lethargically on the bar stool I manage to catch a glimpse of the black hair and sun-licked skin that could only be hers. She strolls to the dance-floor with her natural “cool” and beautifully soft rhythm that echoes everything all the men dream of in her. Everything I used to feel of her when we went out at night…those few occasions we’d make it out of the bedroom.
She’s dressed in black. She never used to dress in black.
Black Coffee.Black Coffee.Black Coffee.
She’s sippin’ coffee in the bed beside him She looks so beautiful with her hazel eyes, Watching them as they pour over the cup From the kitchen where he sighs.
He never understood why she’d be so cool With him crawlin into the bed in the spare room When she knew how he felt and knew what he said To him before he left her the first time.
So he doesn’t want to meet her eyes But he longs for it every minute inside And he hates the guy lying there In the unmade bed, with the perfect style.
Everything between
Something Grey...Something Grey (Neither Black nor White matters)Something Grey...
The tall, strong tree stands in the open park. The dusty ground kicks up a storm, pinching the men’s eyes until they water…but they continue to chant and push and shove the man in black around…one man pulls off a white fragment of cloth from his neck. The clean white collar falls away from the black shirt…leaving nothing but the dark shadow of a man.
“Please, we don’t need anymore darkness in this town. Just let us be!”
“You’re all the darkness, he made claims to the light! Ain’t no
Don't Die...Don’t Die…Don't Die...
“So what’s the point in living?”
“Well…I don’t know, I guess we just do it ‘cause we’re here…if you got a free car you’d drive it right?…same kinda thing, and then there’s always the option of crashing it into a tree if you‘re tired of it…or just wanting to cause some destruction….”
“I’m thinking’ of running mine off a cliff right now to be frank…but then what if I make the wrong choice? Everyone keeps going on about choices an’ how they’ll “alter your world
Sorry kiddies...
hehe!
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Too weird to live, too rare to die
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Too weird to live, too rare to die
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Live fat, die young
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Dr Gonzo
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"There's a millionaire above you, and you're under his suspicion."
"And they pissed on your rug..." hehe
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Dr Gonzo
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Too weird to live, too rare to die
It's like a fucking reptile zoo!
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Dr Gonzo
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† R.I.P. Herbie - 4:15 PM, 11/04/05 †
And while everything seems to be going under
I just want it to all be the same
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