Barcelona Blues
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I’ve seen your saw red, that self esteem
You trade your cards for a night in a rich girl’s dream.
You’ve been to downtown, on jagged rocks it seems
Just make your heart throb and blood pump to your knees.
To make a last call, a first it seems
The way the mind works to sweep the next day clean.
I’ve seen your desert, bright as it gleams
Make a deal with a drink and a heel that sticks to the floor to the beam.
Oh rats, it was, under wraps, like a, piece of candy on the train tracks, it was, so
Frayed, and dismayed, like the, transparent smile to the side of your face.
Should I stay, or should I go, but we don’t talk and so nobody knows.
Television maybe, you’re a baby’s baby, but we are so done as of lately, I am
Church and stating, you are not by lady, you’re not my oh, you’re not my lady
Time spent, hell bent, donation box but you can’t repent, looks scathed, then
Bathed, it was so childish, oh it was so childish.
Should I stay, or should I go, but we don’t talk and so nobody knows
Television maybe, you’re a baby’s baby, but we are so done as of lately, I am
church and stating, you are not my lady, you’re not my oh, you’re not my lady.
To make a last call, a first it seems
The way the mind works to sweep the next day clean.