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October 25, 2007

Star Me Kitten

Keys cut, three for the price of one.
Nothingís free but guaranteed for a lifetimeís use.
Iíve changed the locks
And you canít have one.
You, you know the other two.

The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway.
Hey love, look into your glovebox heart.
What is there for me inside? This love is tired.
Iíve changed the locks. Have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take.

You. Me. We used to be on fire.
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline.
Just fuck me kitten.
You are wild and Iím in your possession.
Nothingís free so, fuck me kitten.

Iím in your possession.
So, fuck me kitten.


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