Larry Gonzalez11
Newcomer
4 messages
joined Dec 2002
this one:
She lit a cigarette, both hands tucked behind her back
Thought she was hungry, if you consider that kind of choice
Only you can truly attempt to see who I am deep down
She whispered, that only you would understand
The way i Feel toni-ight She lost Her virtue before She could write i lost mina too , on my very First Night with you You'll have to Guide me , Thes impossible schemes you make me steal
She lost her virtue before she could write
I lost mine too, on my very first night with you
You'll have to guide me, these impossible schemes
You make me steal, unstealable things
She blamed all those excesses on the American dream
Something so rarely witnessed, and never truly seen
Imagination - could make a man of you
Imagination - could make me love you too
Imagination - is all I want from you