sing babe
dance, smile and dare!
I’ll try to play dead,
look like I couldn’t care.
(standing still in the middle of a beauty storm, makes me feel important just like a royal unicorn)
my pulse is undercover
cruising down below
I’m walking on silent gems
carefully whispering my inner male-shame happy flow.
(I’m a complex and sophisticated guy, no feelings are supposed to impress or make me wanna fucking cry!)
I’ll admit just this: my hole bloody self
Is in a woozy bliss.
seriously sugar-bruised,
elated to trip this only once in a lifetime perfect cruise.
(never expect me to be strong right to the end; I‘m an early grip loser, always straying out in the head)
an electric storm of thoughts
is raging inside of me;all my lighting rods dead, obliterated and off duty.
your thunders charge my inner coil
trapping me in a perpetual need for your infectious, horrendous 360 degrees perfect turmoil.
I’m so ecstatic , oh yeah.
OH YEAH!
I could cumm my brain right out of my majestic urethra.