Seeing As How It's Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2007 02:32 pm
BIG
After Baudelaire
Hey, baby sister,
Dream what I’m dreaming,
Lets go live out of town
We’ll screw and we’ll skive
For the rest of our lives
In a country pretty as you are.
The sun is fuzzy
The air is muggy
It kinda makes me think
Of your uncanny
Cheating eyes
That glisten when you weep
Everything there is bright and homey,
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.
We’ll get our sticks
From the antique shop
And do up our room in style,
The hot house flowers
Will fill the house
And the joss sticks smoke all day.
The floors will shine
And the mirrors gloom
In the oriental style.
And all these things
Will settle our nerves
Like a mother with her child.
Everything there is bright and homey,
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.
The barges down
On the old canals
They really like to travel
But here they’ve gathered
To do your pleasure
From every part of the world.
The setting sun
Is slathering
The world with wildflower honey
The fields and streets
Are fast asleep.
Lets go to bed now, baby.
Everything there is bright and homey,
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.