Friday, January 11, 2008

you must be a pirate with all that booty you get.

The sun shines as the temperature rises, greeting a full number of 65 before steadying off.
But I am chilled, covered in these layers of clothing.
I shiver, looking around and half expecting to see you looking right back.
It's only my mirror, and my own personal reflection. I catch myself; let out a breath of shock.
I leave my chair and take tiny steps forward, staring all the while.
My eyes and yours' are two different colors, two different shades, all logic says I'm crazy,
but my heart is telling me that I'm staring right at you.
That your eyes are what's piercing mine, are what's holding me there.
I nod, understanding finally and enjoying the resolve that my own acknowledgment warrants.
You are a part of me. The best part, the most redeeming quality.
And while I've seen myself a thousand times in the mirror, getting ready first thing in the morning after just having dropped my towel to the floor;
I won't be quite complete until you're watching me, first thing in the morning after I drop my towel.
Need your arms.
Need your eyes.
Need your breath.
Need it to rise.
Need your chest to fall.
Need your hands to roam.
Need eskimo kisses.
Need real kisses.
Need undressing so fast that we stumble.
Need your skin.
Need your hip bones on mine while you pull me to you.
Need your eyes watching mine.
Need need need.




You're a part time lover and a full time friend.
The monkey on your back is the latest trend.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

I kiss you on the brain, in the shadow of a train.
I kiss you all starry-eyed, my body swinging from side to side.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Here is the church and here is the steeple.
We sure are cute for two ugly people.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me.
So why can't you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

I will find my nitch in your car.
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du.

Up up down down left right left right B A start.
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

You are always trying to keep it real.
I'm in love with how you feel.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you .

We both have shiny, happy fits of rage.
You want more fans, I want more stage.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Don Quixote was a steel driving man.
My name is Adam, I'm your biggest fan.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Squinched up your face and did a dance.
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants.
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you.

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