Dark Entries - Preoccupations

Caressing, bent up to the jug again

With sheaths and pills invading all those stills

In a hovel of a bed, I will scream in vain

Oh please, Ms. Lane, leave me with some pain

Went walking through this city’s neon lights

In fear of disguising my warping seething pressure lines

Among confidant heirs, intangible of price

Trying so hard to find what was right

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice

She took delight in taking down my shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin

Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try

If only for the old times, cold times

Don’t go waving your pretentious love

He’s soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries)

Gyrating through some lonesome devils row

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Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey

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Of walking money checks possessing holes

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He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)

Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)

Work with loosely woven fabrics of office clerks

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Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, dark entries)

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice

Took delight in taking down my shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin

Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try

If only for the old times

Don’t go waving your pretentious love

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