contimplate the virtues of a lime. it's sweet but not altogether.
i could contimplate a million ways that you could taste. (and it wouldn't be the same)
you could roll in them all day, wipe the juices from your face n'say.. it wasn't quite the same, by pure suggestion
comtimplating virtues of the mind and given time i think you'd find god's on the line 'cause you haven't answered his question
{the universe is being sucked into a black whole, i don't know what to do anymore. this sado-masochistic b*** from outer space come to suck the human race through the god damn door.)
i don't know what to do
i don't care about anything but you
it's either a little or a lot next to you
i don't care to contimplate the days
all the time i felt just fine tried the ever present lime in beer and wine and always in my mind by pure suggestion
a hundred million ways that i could say please stay
would you stay or would you go away, i can't say, it's mere suggestion
