Monday, February 24, 2014

Slick

Creepin' through the hall of mirrors
grinnin' at myself-- it's just me
and me
and me
and the dust

and I'm stinkin' fuckin' trash tonight
thinkin' all hips lips slits tits and thighs
prowlin'
I wanna take you on a ride

broken down & defunct

stalkin' through the haunted house
canned screams AAAAAAAAAAAAA plastic skulls
I'm bitin' down on fake vampire teeth
I take my thrills cheesey and cheap

all the better if it's free
forehead slicked with sweat
it ain't easy being sleazy
your legs slicked with...

Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline

circlin' on the ferris wheel
roundandroundandroundandroundandroundandround it goes
I'm playin' Devil's Advocate until you're bored to tears
and I keep wondering-- is this real?

it's just an inklin'--
just a feeling I've been feeling-- is this real?
coulda swore that I saw you before

trackin' through the funhouse mirrors-- all distorted proportions
they're showin' me as a normal-lookin' man
and you as something I could hold
coulda sworn that I've torn you before

in a dream...
it's just an inklin'--
late night tinglin'

Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline