27 December 2012
Clawing, gnawing let me be Sexual immorality That's not me I do not know Why this man won't let me go
Push or shove or just say no.
Piercing smell smacked in my face In my car you've left a trace Hold me up I may just fall Lose my number don't you call
You've already won it all
Baggage, rummaged through my life Screaming, singing, where's my knife? Hey New York now can't you see? Your dysfunction calls to me!
I'll see you beyond the sea. Don't you ever call to me.
Opuss № I