Out of Boredom
When you are out of boredom
Your lips are sweet and warm,
You are my lass on bottom
of life; you're in good form.
I know that you are hiding
the tremor of your heart,
Are you in love? You're finding
your great lie for my part.
Sweet angel of my passion,
The idol of my tears,
I look for your deception
in throat of night in fear.
And you fell down like wonder
like star from wounded sky,
Your embrace is like thunder,
Oh, you will have to lie.
You're child of the caprice
You're pain of morbid soul,
Surprise me, you are faceless
for me, give me a call.
Again you're out of boredom
And you are in good form,
You're lass of mine on bottom,
Your lying lips are warm.
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