Oh, taker
Jeremy1012
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Hand me your pocketloads quiet thinker,
painter, naive heart-sinker,
full of empty promises and loaded glances;
you are not all I built you up to be,
pretty saint of sharp-tongued phrases
and sharper dresses,
to say nothing of your caresses.
why did you let me sing your praises?
all in all you were built up for ME to fall,
lonely, angry and childish, bereft of all.
painter, naive heart-sinker,
full of empty promises and loaded glances;
you are not all I built you up to be,
pretty saint of sharp-tongued phrases
and sharper dresses,
to say nothing of your caresses.
why did you let me sing your praises?
all in all you were built up for ME to fall,
lonely, angry and childish, bereft of all.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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Especially in your nightie.
When the moonlight flits...
across your tits...
oh Jesus Christ... almighty."
Derek and Clive, 1979