Christmas Eve 93′

hot chocolate candy canes almond cookies apple wine

red bra black leather pants black stilettos two blue eyes

one green eye hazel on the left scratches cuts and bruises

he wonders how she got em’ but too afraid to ask

instead he holds her tighter cus in the end she’s always gone

in the middle of the night he gets up pees and scratches his ass

just big boy that no bride could tie down

she slightly opens up her mouth gaping like a baby bird

and he sneaks quietly into her arms catches a whiff of patchouli from her hair

two wet paper winged angels just hoping for some love

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