You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette... with sihlouettes of statuettes. Were ice behind a window. Would you be my widow? Would you even be my wife? Lifes not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and coffees. Therapy, Ive had enough of - I want to change things overnight, because Ive been alone too long.. too long.. too long... And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. So much talk so many theories - its really such a bore for me. The story stays the same - it goes on and on... What gives you the right to analyze? You paralyze me with your probing. In the end I just agree... Maybe were just puppets after all. Love puppets. (not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string. My souls on a string... Love Puppets! My hearts a shiny gold.) Why the tricks? Why the teasers? Cant I even please you for an hour? Wont you simply listen? Ive got a lot to say about us and plans and things that we could do... (I need you NOW dont leave me...)
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 20:53:21 +0000
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