01-08-2019, 07:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2019, 11:59 AM by Dekalb_Blues.)
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Let’s get a house, you and me
And your twelve cats
We’ll put mirrors on the ceiling
We’ll have a bunk bed by the bath
You’ll line my mattress with nails
One for every time something psycho
Came out of your mouth
Your cavern eyes are preying
Your scarlet lips half-saying
A sales-pitch for the circus in your mind
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Dumbbell right to the temple
Carry me to your shrine
Dedicated to the Prince
Of the last of your nine lives
She waited in the darkest corner all night
'Til I closed up shop, I turned out the lights
Then she begged for me to drive her home
I thought about the Kensington Strangler
As I was about to say “No”
When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouse
She said, “Park behind the hearse”
I said, “No need -- get out and take your purse”
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Remember that time you wrote me two hundred letters
Never once to a single reply?
Remember they all referenced a love that wasn’t real?
Considering we talked maybe one or two times
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Scores "Over 9000" on the NSFW (Or Just About Anywhere Else For That Matter) Meter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ82_3tGM3U
A tear-jerker, nonetheless.
( ‾ʖ̫‾)
( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)
There's magic in the splendor and desire to surrendah
AAAAAH
Every moment we're together makes me hope it lasts ferevah
AAAAAAH
If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands, and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and, uh, can't be sold
So uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Let me prove to you
Trumpets and violins I can hear in distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will (ha-ha)
If you just take hold of my hand
Uh-oh
Let’s get a house, you and me
And your twelve cats
We’ll put mirrors on the ceiling
We’ll have a bunk bed by the bath
You’ll line my mattress with nails
One for every time something psycho
Came out of your mouth
Your cavern eyes are preying
Your scarlet lips half-saying
A sales-pitch for the circus in your mind
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Dumbbell right to the temple
Carry me to your shrine
Dedicated to the Prince
Of the last of your nine lives
She waited in the darkest corner all night
'Til I closed up shop, I turned out the lights
Then she begged for me to drive her home
I thought about the Kensington Strangler
As I was about to say “No”
When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouse
She said, “Park behind the hearse”
I said, “No need -- get out and take your purse”
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Remember that time you wrote me two hundred letters
Never once to a single reply?
Remember they all referenced a love that wasn’t real?
Considering we talked maybe one or two times
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Young lady, you’re scaring me!
Scores "Over 9000" on the NSFW (Or Just About Anywhere Else For That Matter) Meter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ82_3tGM3U
A tear-jerker, nonetheless.
( ‾ʖ̫‾)
( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)
There's magic in the splendor and desire to surrendah
AAAAAH
Every moment we're together makes me hope it lasts ferevah
AAAAAAH
If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands, and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and, uh, can't be sold
So uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Let me prove to you
Trumpets and violins I can hear in distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will (ha-ha)
If you just take hold of my hand
Uh-oh