This Mime (A Sex Symbol)

Now why don't you-

Damn I'd love to

The thing is, I've seen the bed

That I'll make love to you in

We'll sleep in it

Make peace in it

We'll cut off our noses and breathe it in

We can't afford to bleed in it

So keep on the plastic you received it in

Now put your faith on layaway

You claim confidence

Foreplay bravery

Now put your faith on layaway

A pale confidante

Just stop.

I can't stand the taste of tongue when I'm speaking

They keep asking me to talk

For a man with two broken legs

Although backwards, you're walking the walk pretty well

Now I've got you

Right where any man would want you

Depicting a man on fire

Hoping you'll sweat, too

Let's make believe

That you're willingly

Breathing it in, the likes of me

At least you know how to rescue breathe

At once saving them & sharing your disease

I can't stand the taste of tongue, no

I keep asking me to stop

Talk on

They keep asking me, asking me?

Telling me

They keep asking me to stop

Stop this