Don’t make me splash cold water on my face
Though Dotty and me raised from the same tree
Don’t make me slide out of your pages
Like she slipped down of his sheet
Don’t make me kill the things I’ve already killed
Don’t make me see what she has seen
You can talk me in that we’re okay
You can walk me in some other guy’s gallery
Still I walk out taking the arm of Mr. Past
And there I go my ghost style
Dance away like for a mile
Then four little steps back
And I am having my smile
So don’t make me split my heart a part
Don’t make me transform these tears in ice
Seeing her entering on 26
Well there’s her Arthur King
And the joke’s on the chick that is actress
I said I will go as far as I can
Though you say it’s not the stair
That will direct me to your way
Just like her will I beg for directing me to hell
Where I go my ghost style
Dance away like for a mile
Then four little steps back
And I am having my smile
Don’t make me love you for Judas
Don’t make me take a pet called Onan
A scientist of the bright smiles
You said the kitchen work is made by Walter’s dad
And you said he and you here have all you need
But I can’t seem to disappear through your red wall
I can’t seem I can’t seem I can’t seem
To find a button to download your loves
Where I go my ghost style
Dance away like for a mile
Then four little steps back
And I am having my smile
Still paging some other guy’s gallery
For a supper they’ve served my paper heart
No not entering just leaving
Yours and Wallies paradise
My ghost style
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 06/30/2006.
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