Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. The girl / of my / nightmares. Brittle fingers, / and thin cigarettes, / so hard to tell apart, (she hasn't spoken yet.) You put your hand on mine, / death white on brown, those whirlpool eyes; / well, I begin to drown. The girl of my nightmares, / erotic and skull-faced. The girl / of my / nightmares / feather-weight perfection, / underweight / goddess. Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, your / so hard to tell apart, (she hasn't spoken yet.) / feather-weight perfection, / underweight / goddess.
Dropping by to say..lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off :D si totusi..ma gandeam..why lie when u can just take ur clothes off? :D