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GEISHA GIRL
All I can see is fading brake lights as I swerve throughout the cars
It’s time for late night pleasure seeking in some seedy run down bars
Right now I am unchaperoned, but will commit before this night is through
Thinking if I close my eyes real tight then I’ll be sleeping next to you
It's only entertainment, as pretty girls lift up their skirts
When she lays herself across me, I'm quite uneasy as she flirts
It's just another pair of tits, these aren’t her lips, these aren't her thighs
And I’m undoubtedly aware that for sure these aren't her eyes
With a quick spark the fire starts and the smoke fills up the room
Watching as her face turns now intriguing to gloom
I know that using her, only makes it seem more crummy
But I slowly kiss her neck and make my way down to her tummy
I touch her very softly and she says, “You know just what to do…”
But the night was closing in so, “It might as well be you…?”
With pinned out eyes I wonder could you bring these tears to laughter?
Is this who I’ve become, is this really what I’m after?
Emotional brick walls help me stay out of the light
Sanity; a full time job but...
I’m done with this crude night
It’s time for late night pleasure seeking in some seedy run down bars
Right now I am unchaperoned, but will commit before this night is through
Thinking if I close my eyes real tight then I’ll be sleeping next to you
It's only entertainment, as pretty girls lift up their skirts
When she lays herself across me, I'm quite uneasy as she flirts
It's just another pair of tits, these aren’t her lips, these aren't her thighs
And I’m undoubtedly aware that for sure these aren't her eyes
With a quick spark the fire starts and the smoke fills up the room
Watching as her face turns now intriguing to gloom
I know that using her, only makes it seem more crummy
But I slowly kiss her neck and make my way down to her tummy
I touch her very softly and she says, “You know just what to do…”
But the night was closing in so, “It might as well be you…?”
With pinned out eyes I wonder could you bring these tears to laughter?
Is this who I’ve become, is this really what I’m after?
Emotional brick walls help me stay out of the light
Sanity; a full time job but...
I’m done with this crude night
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