Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Apr 28, 2004 22:17:33 GMT -5
My sweet lily
My flamboyant flippant flagrant lily
Why was I referred to you?
I've felt the searing lick
Of hell's deepest flames
Been shamed and named
And I come to you?!
Maybe you can tell me why
I don't know who I am
Or where I want to be
Maybe you can drag me out of bed
When I feel there's no life in me
Tell me, what did I do
To be the vile and the wretched
Maybe you can hold me at night
And tell me we'll pull through
When you can tell me why I live
Each day alone
And what I can do to be just like you
With your big fat cheque and
Your big fat bankroller man
Maybe you should lie on MY couch
And profess your vanity
As I nod and smile
Etching mindlessly in MY little yellow pad
I've got a cure for what ails ya, Doc
How about some more of my money?
There's nothing better than giving, you say
Giving an empty soul an empty wallet
My flamboyant flippant flagrant lily
Why was I referred to you?
I've felt the searing lick
Of hell's deepest flames
Been shamed and named
And I come to you?!
Maybe you can tell me why
I don't know who I am
Or where I want to be
Maybe you can drag me out of bed
When I feel there's no life in me
Tell me, what did I do
To be the vile and the wretched
Maybe you can hold me at night
And tell me we'll pull through
When you can tell me why I live
Each day alone
And what I can do to be just like you
With your big fat cheque and
Your big fat bankroller man
Maybe you should lie on MY couch
And profess your vanity
As I nod and smile
Etching mindlessly in MY little yellow pad
I've got a cure for what ails ya, Doc
How about some more of my money?
There's nothing better than giving, you say
Giving an empty soul an empty wallet
