Two hours listening to the Velvet Underground resulted in this little diddy:
No, no, baby, I know what's right
You were talking in your sleep last night
Said that it was a special kind of place,
And that everything's alright.
It's alright.
Marilyn
Your hair's the same color as your skin
Gorgeous Marilyn
Missy Marilyn, you know that's not where I am.
Watching people under me
Watching people under me
First floor people walking under me
I'll spit on their heads.
What do you want, Marilyn?
What do you want to be?
a supermodel for your glossy magazines?
Or do you want to spit on people's heads,
With me?
With me?
Something's got it's hold on me
And I don't know what
Something's got it's hold on me
And I don't know what
Get you to hold on to me
And I don閳ユ獩 know what
I don閳ユ獩 know what.
No, no, baby, I know what's right
You were talking in your sleep last night
Said that it was a special kind of place,
And that everything's alright.
It's alright.
Okay, i perfected these lyrics. Opinions?
I'm glad you have taken an interest in poetry . I like it !
It needs a Lil' polish!
Something that's helped me ...is a little voice activated
tape recorder.
You have a way of expression...that is all yours!
Sometimes we are our own best critic!
You pour out your heart in your poetry....
It's like painting a picture, only with words!
Okay, i perfected these lyrics. Opinions?
never post stuff on the internet without proof of ownership, if someone likes this, its good as stolen
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