Author: merja
Date:Mar 25 2007
it is night when they ome out
when the skies turn purple with rain
and cars float by again and again
city life is screaming "come out, come out!"
but I lie in my bed, refrain
but I lie in bed, constrain
a night man wanders and I look his way
so strange a place is this, I cannot lie
a look-just the same-so pitiful I cannot lie
some girls dressed to score-it's such a play
and we kiss the man, we try
and we kiss the man, we die.
12MAY97