The Twist

The loose tie with, the loose limp wrists. Lift your dress enough to show me those shins.
 
Let your hair stick to your forehead. Did you blush when our hips touched?
 
I can't tell, we are already red?
Am I right? Will you give me the signs?
 
You twist and whisper the wrong name. I don't care and nor do my ears. Twist yourself around me. I need company. I need human heat.
 
Ha. I of course didnā€™t know the group was called Frightened Rabbit. Another one known only to Moā€¦lol
 
Ha. I of course didnā€™t know the group was called Frightened Rabbit. Another one known only to Moā€¦lol
Have you seen them? They have probably scared a few rabbits. They look like they belong at a serial killer convention šŸ˜
 
He liked boozing and pussy. And killed himself a few years back. He pretty much did it as described in song he wrote. I will be visiting there in a month.


I guess he truly did give a vibe of something being off that one could pick up on
 
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