Your sweet like sugar cane A lady raised up in my veins A real pain But ooh you feel so good Change ooh pretty face Out of reach away from all The human race Blind to all the writing on the wall Always hiding what you are I want you so dearly I rape you in my head It's just not a fight without you In my bed I'll choose any summer day Burning mid-june sun Your naked like a lie Sheets are flying, Miles and miles of smiles A locomotive just screaming For it's space As the wine flows faster Than you can swallow You raise your pretty face And smile. you blow the smoke Of my gun, you turn, Then you walk away. Your eyes are t.v. blue But there's nothing on this station Frustration over-load, My eyes just close Every time you leave the room.
Reason for writing:
Actually, Jeff Blum is the lead singer in this band I've seen a few times. I love this song, and think it's good enough to be a poem...
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