Too beautiful not suitable
      For poor friend of mine,
      Your love is so passionate,
      Your taste is so fine.
      You gonna dress him fashionate.
      You'll stuff him with bizzarro
      And skim through something dashy 
      From loveliest Bazaar.
      You'll fuck him amidst mirrors
      And watch him fall asleep
      Then call me sunk in tears,
      And sob, and whine, and weep,
      That chances, it appears,
      Are way too frigging steep.
      The story of tomorrow
      You told a week ago.
      He's gonna die of sadness and jealousy, you follow?
      We didn't amidst mirrors...
      I didn't serve soufflé.
      He mentioned the experience 
      In your baptismal name.
      I'm sure, you've been honest, trustworthy every way.
      I'm sure, luck is waiting for yet another day.
      I've heard of you devotion, I have a couple friends.
      Yes, dominating jerks they are! Yes, sure, It depends.
      Why do you feel unfortunate?
      Cursed date has come to end.
      Too beautiful, unsuitable for self-conceited friend.


2005
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