Monday, August 19, 2013

No One Home

Tricky, tricky my sweet
Hands grasping, pulling me in tight
Oh you know how to do it just right

Kisses full of passion
From lips full of lies
Oh you think you've got me
By my contented sighs

Full of empty promises
Fill my ears
I've learned my sweet
From an expert
Oh you think you are so neat

You've taught me well
Didn't you know?
Ain't love swell
There'll be no one home
Next time you ring the bell
It's your turn to wait, alone

*Allene Angelica*

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