The smell of stockings in the morning
Take me away to a short longing
It came as rain clouds from behind a hill
A thief's reflection in the backdoor glass
It pinched my nose and kicked my leg
Then ran to catch a bus

That Silly Crush


She's hot as hell
But talks so fast
She's smart as Dell
Still in her puberty

She has great taste
But tastes so much
Let nothing go to waste

She curses 'n drinks
But knows a lot
Of Munch and Maeterlinck

She's rock 'n roll
So full of life
And swear to God...
She cleans your hall
While you sip coffee
You wish she was your wife


But then again she's far away
And drives me fucking crazy
She's into jocks with stupid jokes
And wants them 10 at once
... she says


How can I love a lassie
That makes my molars itch
How can I have a crush
On such a stressy school girl
That calls herself a bitch

The reason lost again, Pascal
Or not...

She's colour
And I like rainbows
Wolfs howl because they know
She's what I used to be.