Johnny Hollow- Worse things

Once when I was all alone
I called you, and you weren't at home
My heart fell like a stone, to the ground
To the ground, to the ground
Why, when morn had dawned on me
And anger grew like ecstasy
And Leda threw the swan on me and I fell to the ground
To the ground, to the ground

Oh, don't say "I want you"
Don't stay this way, believe me
I wasn't trying to play the game
Where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind

I could have broken you
I should have spoken for you
You should have seen it was turning me on
Don't you know it's true?
There are worse things, perverse things
You should answer when the phone rings
There are worse things I could do

Once when I was all alone
I could not find the telephone
So instead I burned your pretty home to the ground
To the ground, to the ground

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Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - What I Am

I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box Religion is the smile on a dog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah Shove me in the shallow waters Before I get too deep What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what? What I am is what I am Are you what you are, or? Oh, I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks Religion is a light in the fog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah

The Skyliners- Since I Don't Have You

I don't have plans and schemes And I don't have hopes and dreams I don't have anything Since I don't have you I don't have fond desires And I don't have happy hours I don't have anything Since I don't have you I don't have happiness, and I guess I never will again When you walked out on me In walked old misery And he's been here since then I don't have love to share And I don't have one who cares I don't have anything Since I don't have You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you (You) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Skyliner

Used By Him

I was blanketed in lust. Devoured from the inside with rhythmic perspiration. Plunging deep, like a knife, on a cold winter night. I lifted myself towards it like a glutton, head spinning all of a sudden. He was striving towards some intoxicated hard earned moment, which I found Herculean and unnerving. I've been thinking of how he looked in ecstasy, calling my name as if the two were the same. Then he was gone, the blanket of lust stripped away without shame. Cold and empty without shelter, it's just my body he's after. Lick my lips, flip my hair Where the hell is my underwear? J.M.

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