two, one

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    two, one


    two, one
    two, one
    countin' down two one..
    the heat in the room was about two suns...

    moon up, moon up
    let your back arch back
    eggs in the morning with a pancake stack

    mount you on the wall, i'll let you dry you wet
    towels on the bed just in case we sweat
    bedsprings squeakin' baby here I come
    neighbors wakin' up thinkin' I stabbed someone
    lay down, lay down I push it in real smooth
    my shoulders are here for you to hold onto
    I ain't, I ain't got too much time to spend
    that's why i pace myself and then countdown from ten

    three two, three two, and then it's three two one
    we do, we do, this rendezvous each month
    three two, three two now let me throw in four
    I see you through the peephole, on my front door..

    hi! why dont you come in, take off your coat
    cherries with some chocolate, some rum and coke
    keep me on the tipsy, now we play games
    tie you to my barstool, now you restrained
    I see you cheatin' peekin', through your blindfold
    see the bubblebath with petals from white rose
    one two, three four, now let me throw in five
    tonight's the night im gonna fuckin' blow yo mind..

    seven six, seven six, now let me tell you this
    I dont wanna get married, don't want no kids
    I wanna be the one to dip inside yo lake
    have you wondering what year it is and can't walk straight

    eight nine, eight nine, now let me tack on ten
    baby aren't you glad I like to count often?
    maybe we can do the alphabet real soon
    lay back, lay back let's go to sleep on two.

    one.......

    tw..*zzzzzz*
















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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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