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Barroom Hero
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I love the perfume
of her sultry breath.
I caress the neck,
addictive as meth.
Sensual purpose
in my flaming heart
That overcomes my sense
and keeps us apart.
of her sultry breath.
I caress the neck,
addictive as meth.
Sensual purpose
in my flaming heart
That overcomes my sense
and keeps us apart.
Liberal Douchebags that Blame Bush for Everything are Useless Pieces of Trash. I Shit on You.
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r u coming on too strong? been there myself when the sultry ones come around..
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Exactly the point of that poem!
Yeah, sometimes women sense when a guy is coming on too strong and they shy away from him. It must be instinctive!
it's difficult to hold back, beeeeeleeeeeve meeee!!
however, from experience, i have found many women are turned on by the "slow" come on.. much like the slow, hard rock climb on a sheer cliff.... hehehe just my observation, not trying to give any kind of wise old sage advice.. do whatcha gotta do
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green