Leather and tights
there was no leather and tights last night
there was no smelling of cologne
leather and tights and long long nights
of keeping you by my side
i would if i could you know
all night
long days of saturdays
bedside bemoans me
talk below me
let's get this rock and roll show on the road already
i know you feel me
from here on out
i cannot take care anymore
and i sense danger and sadness and fight
of people feeling lonely and getting the short end of the night
oh well i've got this thing to do
and you know i wanna do this with you
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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