Lyrical Fucking Genius
Hey, I’ve got an idea. I’m going to put some copyrighted songs on here. They are under my copyright. (That means keep your thieving hands off of them you plagiarizing bastards!)
Oh, and just like the rest of my journal, these songs are mature…
I Want You
Making up lies to dial a number
And hear that perfect voice
Tell me all sorts of dirty jokes
And other much more sweet things
Imagining his perfect eyes as
Hands slip below the waist
Smile on a porclein face
And I want you
Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight
I want to hear your voice again
As it was when you screamed my name
I want your head on my pillow again
Where it was after you pulled out of me
And I want you to slip your tongue past
Run your hands across my breasts
And slip deep inside of me again
I want you
Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight
And I want you
Baby, I want you
Baby, I fucking want you
I want you . . . again
Cigarettes & Chocolate Bars
Make this night last 1000 years
Don’t open your eyes
‘Cuz when that door closes
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked with or without you
Flying high
Pretty purple clouds in a pink sky
And your green eyes
And then I see clearly
Don’t walk out again
‘Cuz when that door slams . . .
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked with or without you
I’m gonna hit my knees
Do the right thing for once in my life
Beg you to stay, beg you to try
Mistakes get made so just fucking stay
I’m make them up to you someday
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I’m fucked
I’m fucked with or without you
I’m fucked with you
I’m fucked without you
But I’d rather be fucked with you
