Bad girl I need you so bad
You're bad and living in red and sweat like a wild cat
Most people detest you but your outcast gives me rest and your immaculate passion is blessed by me
Your naughty spunk broke my trunk of stubborn soul of stone and prevented my tenderness being slowly sunk
Your contradiction to cordial affection is my recognition of alteration of commonplace alienation
Your refusal to this society's moral made me recall that real love for scarce people like you will never fall
Your suspicion has kept you in a prison of loneliness between the decadent decision of the masses to deny your cry
I know how it feels to wander on an island between fast streams of an ignorant society that insults me like cold showers
The spirit of society will forbid our devotion to decadent love art but we strive to inherit the face lift of human being's shift
Hopefully we'll once find our place in this motley city of disgrace where this land's love has a confusing face
Some real friends always look us straight in the eye and sometimes deeply sigh and ask us why we trouble their clear sky
However, their direct spoken reflection won't let us regret their respect for our controversial intimate intellect
Their promise to never drag our friendship into the abyss shows us that few people's upright friendship won't miss our sudden suppleness
So there's hope for us in this world that slides off the slope where strangers like us can't cope most people's close-fisted scope
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2006 | ||
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