Monday, April 30, 2012

I'm your little harlot, scarlet, singing in the garden;

Blue jeans, White shirt Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean, for sure You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know That love is mean, and love hurts But I still remember that day we met in December I like the snake on your tattoo I like the ivy and the ink blue Yayo Swinging in the backyard Pull up in your fast car Whistling my name I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song Ahhh, that's how you sang it Loving you forever, can't be wrong Even though you're not here, won't move on Ahhh, that's how we played it And there's no remedy for memory your face is Like a melody, it won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me I'm your little scarlet, starlet singing in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth That everything is fine I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island Raising hell all over town Sorry 'bout it You're lying with your gold chain on, cigar hanging from your lips I said "Hon' you never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man." And we're off to the races, places Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe You are my one true love

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