Thursday, August 09, 2007

You’re in trouble now, mister.

I’m gonna hold you down, no mercy.

You’re gona flip me over,
Lay me out,
Give me deep kisses,
And short-sided sighs.

You’re gonna chew me up and spit me out.
Because for all my armor,

I’m a Lima bean beneath your boot heel.

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