Make Love Not War, Baby

Make love not war, baby,
Take up my arms in our
Never-ending fight for pleasure,
I've got more than enough gunpowder,
So pour another drink of
Something mellow,
Golden yellow brown,
That burns on the way down,
Down,
Down,
Down,
And just take me out again,
We'll go to that cellar bar
And hang out with the all night
Bar-fly types who know their
Sailor Jerry from their Captain Morgan,
Till the drunken early morning
Stumble-crawl through the door,
Make love to me once more,
More,
More,
More,
In a dirty bathroom stall
Or on your bedroom floor,
Make love like its the next world war;
You burn on the way down
But you always come
Back up again and I've
Just realised I can't live
Without you in my life forever,
Forever,
Forever,
Forever,
And somewhere between the lines,
There are hidden messages amongst
Folded pages and X-rays,
You're imprinted all over
My tangled insides, lies
And truth in all we say,
You're not mine but you are
And you'll admit it someday,
Someday,
Someday,
Someday,
You'll admit it someday,
So lets make love not war, baby,
Lets make love not war.

©Irrational_Kimmi