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geschrieben am: 08.08.2001 um 15:36 Uhr
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The infant kiss
I say goodnight - night,
I tuck him in tight.
But things are not right -
What it is ? an infant kiss.
That sends my body tingling.
IŽve never fallen for,
A little boy before,
No control,
Just a kid and just a school,
Back home theyŽd call me dirty,
His little hand is on my heart,
HeŽs got me where it hurts me.
Knock, knock,whoŽs there in this baby ?
You know how to work me.
and all my barriers are going,
ItŽs starting to show
Let go, let go.
I cannot sit and let.
Something happen IŽll regret,
Ooh, he scares me,
ThereŽs a man behind
those eyes,
I catch him when IŽm
bending.
Ooh, how he
frightens me,
Whem they whisper
privately.
Windy - wailey, blows me,
Words of caress on their lips,
That speak of adult love,
I want to touch.
But I must stay and find a way
to stop before it gets
too much.
and all my barriers are going,
ItŽs starting to show
Let go, let go.
(Kate Bush - Never for Ever)
xxx
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geschrieben am: 28.09.2001 um 12:12 Uhr
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A Thousand Kisses Deep
by Leonard Cohen (für Sandy)
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep. I'm turning tricks,
I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip,
and then you slip Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex,
we pressed against The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck I blessed
our remnant fleet - And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I'm turning tricks,
I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won't exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought
of you The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run,
the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat..
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