oh, baby, it’s alright now, u aint gotta flaunt for me
if we go touch, you can still touch my love, it’s free
we can work without the perks just u and me
thug it out til we get it right
baby if u strip, you can get a tip
’cause I like you just the way you are
i’m about to strip and i’m well equipped
can u handle me the way im are?
i don’t need the G’s or the car keys
boy I like you just the way you are
let me see you strip, you can get a tip
’cause i like you just the way you are
raunchy techno music works best at near full-volume with in-ear plugins when youre taking a two-hour walk home. on repeat mode, walk against the traffic and its million yellow headlights, past people jogging past bus-waiters at the busstop, into coldstorage to get a buncha randoms (peanut butter chips, chocolate chips, nutella, butter), exit, into salvation army hoping to thrift something, nothing, exit. against the traffic.
over something which i (technically, have zilch to do with), i was mulling, thinking, feeling disappointed, upset, disgusted -perplexed to say the least. the big HOW word. the big WHY word. sometimes i felt so sick to the stomach, i wanted to sit down by the roadside; sometimes something comes up to the throat and it chokes; sometimes other things flood into mind and i get distracted for awhile; other times i felt dumb cos really, whats this gotta do with me. but above all rises a big sigh- for a friend i like a whole lot, for someone i feel so much heartache for. we all wish sometimes we can change the world, or heal some, or help the closest, but most times we cant cos we’re really pinpricks in this humongous place.