in morrissey's fresh slipped mango throat
tonight sinks in
folds of
orange
scored up.
opened out.
take me out, tonight.
take me anywhere, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care
hmm....
tonight is the flavour of bitten nails.
i'm all a-pad with juice
didn't you taste?
where there's music
and there's people and the young and the light
this is for morrissey!
yeah, on a stereo on a
bar on your table scoring
pink my back!
bend me back.
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us, to die by your side -
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