Night Club Hangover, by Freddie Thackery
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I saw you on the dancefloor,
The psychedelic chessboard,
I checked your mate,
Whilst really watching you.
You caught my eye,
One hyperbolic heartbeat,
Was this a sine?
I exat for the loo.
We left The Underpass,
A seedy shoddy nightclub,
We took the lift,
And headed for your ma's
We fondled fondly,
I flocked about wallpaper,
We talked about the vices
Of Yale constructed bra's
We whirred and wheeled,
Whirligigged and windmilled,
My gimballs gimballed,
We swat ourselves a lake.
And dear Enola,
Then you dropped the bombshell.
The bitterest pill,
Was the one you didn't take.
Chorus (?)
Elle and Musk
After Dusk.
From Rhino Tusk
To Farleys Rusk. |
Posted: 2008-11-03 22:50:21 UTC |
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2008-12-11 01:11:49 | Zarissa |
I DONT GET IT |