Around my birthday, I met this great guy Chris. We dated for a month and things were amazing. Movie magic. Of course, I wasn't ready to settle down so things went sour. He made me learn a lot, and although he did too see my ugly side, I'm extremely glad we can be friends now. In fact I will be seeing him tonight since he is back in Jersey visiting his parents. I love how things work out sometimes. But anyways, this is a song I wrote about him..
It's Impossible to find a spot in Alphabet City
it was my birthday
you had joined me for a smoke
my friend warned you about me
but you didn't care
it took only minutes for you to wisk me
away to the city
you said i was beautiful
you couldnt help but stare
snap of fingers
we were in your shower
brushing our teeth
and laughing till it hurt
you traced my bodies outline
like a crime scene
my blood went cold
as i sank my teeth into your shirt
the sheep started soring
you played the piano for me
the village was still moving
you played the piano for me
it blocked out the traffic
and eased me to sleep
id wake up next morning
you left a note that read
"here is money for coffee
and a breakfast sandwich my sweet"
i wandered the streets on st marks
and smiled at the bums
i smelt you off the shirt on my back
as the sidwalk scorched my feet
snap of fingers
we were in your kitchen
the salmon was burning
and the brocolli reeked
you placed me on the counter
and held your nose
i said sorry for the stink
you smiled and told me not to speak
the sheep started soring
you played the piano for me
the village was still moving
you played the piano for me
it blocked out the traffic
and eased me to sleep
it was not long until i said goodnight to st. marks
my ugly side stained your satin sheets
it was not long until i said goodnight to alphabet city
i had made my escape
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