Midnight at the Champagne Room
Touches, soft as silk
Feeling like the sound of nails across a chalkboard
Slow, the music flows out of the box
A million thoughts run through your head
Down, down, like the sinking sensation of drowning and
Up again, quicker now
Fan those pretty little legs across his deep, dark face
Uh, uh, uh, that's a forbidden pleasure
Do not enter
Stay sweet, miss the eyes, with your misty eyes
Wrap it up soon, time flies when you're having fun
Feels like it's never done, but
It will be soon, how much more
Can you take
A drink or two, to incinerate the
Filth of the wealth, of the high life
Get high tonight
Burst a vein, it's time
Shit like this would make anyone insane
Feel the burn
Warm, slow pain
Exit downstage left
Cinderella, time to leave the ball
It's the stroke of
Midnight at The Champagne Room
1 comment:
"Fan those pretty little legs across his deep, dark face"
Incredible.
That's the goods, Blinds <3
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