you took my guard down
brought me back to square one
i dont know what to do
think
say
feel
act
nothing
i want to breathe your breath
& taste your spit
im in dc in less than 2 weeks
& thats 2 weeks too long
(cadillacs & cigarettes)
im the best selling whore
on the worst corner in town
& while all my engagement rings
come from twenty five cent machines
at least ive got enough love to go around
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i like this.
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