Hell! sang the minstrel, hang tightly to your purses! Bitter winter on blonde city and utter curses! The song and the onlookers did roar Were I sincere, you bet Id A upon the door
Hell! went the Muse, intent, you me for granted! Youve me a harlot, if I may be candid! The dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war Were I sincere, you bet Id A knock upon the
The tired minstrel, leaving town, the Muses weeping He turned up the tape in his grey car, creeping Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth the two? she poured Were you sincere, I bet hear my knock upon door!
He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a somewhere? Youve got the wrong man, I was only back there. I worship you! Forgive me for behaving such a boor. I am sincere: I to hear Your upon my door!
The Causeless of Flawless Flaws has video on you. She scorned. Evidence, in defense, should I have you burned, deformed. Hey! is real and so will be your sores! Heck sincere, hark, I hear A knock the door.
The derisive Muse said, your therapy working, is it? Memphis huckster-Hitler-hustler! Arent you a Clear brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor. Klock is here! Hark, I A upon the door.
His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and Beads streamed from his hair, his black t-shirts cloth gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room He thought, If I here, Ill never hear That upon the door
Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her A human voice to her songs, she could not Because of a communion had had of yore The day is near, soon theyll hear A upon the door