you'd leave my heart to the rage of love’s might?
flee with apple tart from the caged fighting dove
let me hover above, shove this bethroved
slovenly wreck, black tack bleck
there is bo-jangling song bleating
from the locked windows of my princely tower
jingle, jinkle, twinkling stars, so far, so far
Hollywood chewing gum, bad boy bums
from Bollywood, I have won the emerald
key to your boudoir, painted in erotic
masterpieces of self control, exotic
tromp-l'oeil of butterfly gardens in midnight
pearly lighted flight, I swoon, a swan
Would you, I mean, caro mio, will you?
Oh please, is yesterday's echo now our truth?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Please? Shall we boogie-woogie bugle boy
shimmy shinny at the local bar, is this?
the decadence called love, above in a cloud
numbered nine or Chanel Number Five
ah, ma petite poupée de porcelaine
I've got the hives for you, itching jive
thriving on swivelled shryve and chiselled
chive-dive razz-matazz New Orleans jazz rhythms
of long-playing vinyls, those black spheres
virevolting at thirty-three revolutions per minute
a cosmic metronome of heartbeats belting out
the blues, oh my tender, love me tender, heart
unified by sweet feats, we-are-the-champions
Olympic meets, cleets, zeets, and,
oh bother, mi amor, mien Liebschen
sweet apple dumpling pumpkin
the week has run out, Friday night weaving
my cashmere sweater is ultramarine green
what's this about boxing for love's chocolate
covered kisses? decked out in glass wishes
the pot overflows with peppermint tea
the fool’s in love
[2012.27.4...a]
flee with apple tart from the caged fighting dove
let me hover above, shove this bethroved
slovenly wreck, black tack bleck
there is bo-jangling song bleating
from the locked windows of my princely tower
jingle, jinkle, twinkling stars, so far, so far
Hollywood chewing gum, bad boy bums
from Bollywood, I have won the emerald
key to your boudoir, painted in erotic
masterpieces of self control, exotic
tromp-l'oeil of butterfly gardens in midnight
pearly lighted flight, I swoon, a swan
Would you, I mean, caro mio, will you?
Oh please, is yesterday's echo now our truth?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Please? Shall we boogie-woogie bugle boy
shimmy shinny at the local bar, is this?
the decadence called love, above in a cloud
numbered nine or Chanel Number Five
ah, ma petite poupée de porcelaine
I've got the hives for you, itching jive
thriving on swivelled shryve and chiselled
chive-dive razz-matazz New Orleans jazz rhythms
of long-playing vinyls, those black spheres
virevolting at thirty-three revolutions per minute
a cosmic metronome of heartbeats belting out
the blues, oh my tender, love me tender, heart
unified by sweet feats, we-are-the-champions
Olympic meets, cleets, zeets, and,
oh bother, mi amor, mien Liebschen
sweet apple dumpling pumpkin
the week has run out, Friday night weaving
my cashmere sweater is ultramarine green
what's this about boxing for love's chocolate
covered kisses? decked out in glass wishes
the pot overflows with peppermint tea
the fool’s in love
[2012.27.4...a]
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