:: The
Kind Of Eyes ::
She had the kind of eyes
That cut right into your soul
Set up shop
And stay a while
Lingering in your every fiber
As though your soul was
A perfectly normal place to hang out
A
gasped for breath
But it was too late
She had me wrapped up like
One of those tin foil things
They sell you at trendy eateries
I
couldn't resist her
The next thing you know
I'm licking her
Toes
And kissing her woes
And watching her shows
The ones with the plot
Only she knows
It's
too late for me
Maybe you can save yourself
Or someone else
