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Produced by Mario Negrón
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You can brood in shadows
while I slip on banana peels.
That Byronic gaze has got me
head over heels.
You can roll your eyes
while I expose my thong
and you just remain silent,
baby, I’ll sing your song.
Baby, you can be my working class Verlaine.
Lovers centuries to come will shudder at your name.
And we’ll know that it’ll never work,
but your name will be in every verse \
Bend your little shoulders
till you almost touch the ground.
Every little motion
is a haiku yet unfound.
You can call me names,
make me alien.
While the bruises fade,
baby, I’ll be writing.
You can be my Neal Cassady, baby
‘cause God knows you don’t deserve my love.
And I’ll paint you as an angel,
as you strike me leather gloved.
You read to me
the words that I wrote.
Your voice runs warm,
my ears stand cold.
And we’ll know that it’ll never work
but your name will be in every verse
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