Hard boiled babe, why do you act that way? You’ve got me feeling lower than a coffin in a grave. Can’t you drop me a line, like a noose from a tree? Like mascara from your eyes as you massacre me. Crystal clear visions of clever girls and above average brunette hurdlers cloud my vision nocturnally. Yeah, dreaming only makes me feel lonely.
Hard boiled babe, how could I let you go? You slipped from my hands, like an arrow from a bow, but if there’s something still alive, then let’s play Frankenstein. And I’ll be the lightning, and you can be the knife. Figments of women moving mountains by knitting together the trees and the sky. And millions of men go fishing by casting lines to hook your soft boiled eyes.
Hard boiled babe drinks a mimosa. She never does what she’s suppose to, but that’s all right. No one ever gets mad. When you look this good, who cares if you’re bad?
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