2001-07-28 | $HE'$ GOT DOLLAR $IGN$ IN HER EYE$

written in Alta Loma, California, March 22, 1998.

"YOU OWE ME, YOU OWN ME"

i feel exclusive intensive extensions. Just one of my overbearing extensions. Expressing my views as a point of opinion. Trying not to ruin my future beginnings. I get lost in thoughts that we've shared. Guess it's about time I stop being scared. I keep forgetting that you are not here. To fall on..yeah, yeah, yeah, to fall on....that's right. Explode like a cannon and shoot like a star. Holding me captive and leaving your scar. Sometimes I forget who I am. Get stuck in the middle and start again.

I think you own me...I think you owe me, I think you owe me, I think you owe me....an explanation....of what you have done to me...

There's no secret who the boss of the house is. You never kiss me and we never dance. You don't wear cool shirts, you don't wear cute blouses. And we all know who really wears the pants. You don't look at me, and when you did, honey....Your stares were cold, and your eyes full of money. Dollar signs hidden in every word that you said. Dollar signs, baby, have swelled up in your head. (yeah, yeah)

You've got a big head...ego-tripping is your attribute. If you don't shape up soon, i'll give myself the boot. You despise me, though you know we're a perfect fit. You know me better then you would like to admit.

- premature ejaculation | tantra +