the last two girls i stalked in my city went nowhere. the first dreamt of butterfly tattoos that flew from her hair and curled around her belly
and the second wrote this awkward poetry
10 lines 6 fonts 4 colours and all i can remember is "love is all i have to give"
we're like, love and train fare..
we made monsters but monsters don't scare
you we worked for days but the conscience never came
we made zombies to fight your zombies and now they stare each other out in the sanctuary on saturdays
mutton dressed as lamb, a wasted call from birmingham.
brittany says "i dont drink but if i did i'd get smashed and head for the library" well, i do drink, i've done that and i still owe the money.
how the champagne girls sit on the stand and look out though the crowd, how nothing is wasted or compromised the champagne girls won't get you in
its like, love, and, train, fare. mutton dressed as mutton dressed as mutton dressed as lamb, how he walks like he could and he dances like he can, mutton dressed as lamb
