Greasy mouth on a cup of wine
Still flavoring the salt on his upper lip
as cherries run
He could be a she
Could be me
What makes a man
that he is not a girl?
And those eyes, so focused on the
she, the he, talking talking
Stop and be amazed
Or
are you still making plans
You shift and settle
I know I meddle
but I can't stop wondering
Get ready, the explosions are blinding
If I had a million pesos I'd pay the bill
I'd hide just to see
And in my mind
Revelry!
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Don't expect much. I can't handle the pressure.
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