Secrets the seduction queen keeps in her purse behind closed doors I wait for her move, but instead I am pinned to the concrete floor I don’t even know her name yet she knows all my lore and gore The steam is hottest at black night when I could feel her colossal roar
She plays games with my heart until my fragile mind and soul breaks apart All I do is give her my love every night, but I get it back in an empty cart One of these days this woman will get stung by a sharp steel thorn dart But until then I will try my best to step into the hectic city for a restart
Her clandestine liar of fire stays secret for now in the apartment of desire What we all need in the building is something to get us much higher But until the mystical drug store in the clouds remains chained with liars We all have to wait until the tropical storm puts out the wires of fire |
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