Thursday, April 16, 2009

Bitter Campari

I'm drinking Bitter Campari,

She's got a bottle raised in her left hand.

Bitter Campari,

In an empty orange peel, I stand.

Electric Guitar, yeah.

I play the chords with my left hand.

6-String Guitar, yeah.

And I'm not afraid to take a stand.

With a seal on the peel can you feel her demands.

Is it real? Do you need her? Can you see her empty hands?

She smiles so sweetly, she's dressed a little indescretly.  Don't turn your back, I'll warn you.

Decetful people always burn you.  And she'll burn you too.  Whoa no.

Mental Safari, no telling where you're going to go.

Mental Safari, Just hold it down when you feel the flow.

I am so sorry.  We think about life differently.

I am so sorry.  Have you smiled with a friend recently.

With a seal on the peel can you feel her demands?

Is it real, do you need her, can you see her empty hands.

She smiles so sweetly, She's dressed a little indescretly.  Don't turn your back, I'll warn you.

Decetful people always burn you.  And she'll burn you too.  Whoa no.

I'm bitter, I'm, bitter I'm, bitter I'm bitter whoa I'm bitter. etc...

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