Friday, January 21, 2011

Green Leaves Painted Death-

Paper weight love, Ash tray romances
Sunday morning news paper, Saturday night TV

And through all this she smiles
Botox smiles, Cosmetic hearts

He bought her for hundred dollars a month
And a ring of gold
For life

He spews love
She is still a greenhorn
Official whore

Yeah and every night
She paints the dead leaves
As if they’ll breathe again
And relive

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