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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Monday, April 30, 2007

An ode to all that is sordid and cheap

Here we are, as close as we can get
We're in too deep, it cannot be forgotten
It is more than curiosity
Your embrace did amaze me from the very start
Get closer till I hear the rhythm of your heart
You make a hard attack

No matter where, you get always in my hair
And in your lap lies paradise
It's not a matter of resisting
It's just a matter of existing with green eyes

This lust is a hell-machine
Devil's voice and gasoline
And I want you more than anything
This lust is a hell-machine

Get upset when I'm breathing in your pheromones
This desire is a curse and I want it more and more
It's all I'm living for
When I dream it's of you, about your lips and hands
When I wake it's a punishment I know that I deserve
It's tearing on my nerves

No matter where, you get always in my hair
And in your lap lies paradise
It's not a matter of resisting
It's just a matter of existing with green eyes

This lust is a hell-machine
Devil's voice and gasoline
And I want you more than anything
This lust is a hell-machine

No matter where, the feeling's always there
And in your lap lies paradise
It's not a matter of resisting
It's just a matter of existing with green eyes

This lust is a hell-machine
Devil's voice and gasoline
And I want you more than anything
This lust is a hell-machine...


- D'Sound, "Green Eyes"

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