Drazen Boskic

Marmalade

Here here take my hand and you take my school meal

I just wonder if its crusty with my marmelade on

Here here you say you want that

Wanna fear my fear and you take my curl

So now youre me

 

Do you really want it from my hand boy

You know you may be even handed

What ever you want to be

 

But here here you take my hand

And you be the guest in my eyes

And youll fear in my Skin Inn

You see you must smell a Warnin - ya

There wont be a light in here

Dont you smell a Do ya - dare

We could keep a secret on my face

No one will remember it but me

And Daddy will bring a pizza for his son

Sick he can be of the marmelade

 

Here here I will serve myself to you just for a day

Here here you want to be me

But I didnt tell you all

 

Do you really want it from my hand boy

You can be even handed

What ever you want to be

 

Not perfectly a team player not really a soccer

Does that mean you must die

A son did it pretty good dancing in the classes

Happy New Year

No one knew

I didnt care about a little European White

But Karoma Brown sugar

I wanted that sweet on my stomach

Marmelades never enough I guess

And there you swim through my veins

Boy do you really wanna be me

You must know

All your wishs really just a strawberry

On my bread

Do you want that from my hand

 

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/07/2006.

 

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