she was hungry

so hungry

she was trying to think clear

she kept opening the fridge door

staring at the mustard and the beer



then finally she went out into the rain

carrying her bicycle chain

and her feet were the pedals

while her appetite steered

and after that she just followed her nose

and fate is not just

whose cooking smells good

but which way the wind blows



she lay down in her party dress

and never got up

needless to say

she missed the party

she just got sad

then she got stuck



she was bending

like something brittle

trying hard to bend

she was numb

with the terror

of losing her best friend

we never see things changing

we only see them ending



and some vicious whispering voice kept saying

you have no choice

you have....



'cause when I look at you I squint

you are that beautiful

and my pussy is a tractor

and this is a tractor pull

and I am haunted

by my illicit exquisite dream

but I can't really wake up

so I just drift in between

thinking the glass is half-empty

and thinking it's not quite full

the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride

try to hit the brakes and you slide

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the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride

try to hit the brakes and you

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