I still stand here to see you
Dancing with barefoot pansy boy
Who knows that flowers can`t lie
Don`t look back and don`t try to
Hide all your tears. Just make it
Sacred. Like it always was
You search for it only
Tenderness of the strangers
While I pray for your naked
Name and your broken heart
I know better than anyone
What`s going on. Cannot
Recognize. Too virile. Your
Deep voice. You commit
Blasphemy spit into my face
You really fucked him up
I know better than anyone
I`m a pansy boy too
Pansy boy
© Copyright: Наталия Сайконен, 2006
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