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Amos Tori To Venus And Back

to Venus in 1985 I was electromagnetically sucked back Into the party going on that night And it was the glory of the 80's With karma drawn up in lines And

Rolling and unrolling And coiling emerging, running free Running through the underworld Into your room Is he real or a ghost-lie And she feels She isn't heard And

off the edge again down in Juarez "Don't even bat an eye if the eagle cries", the Rasta man says Just 'cause the desert likes your girls flesh And no

my, my bayou Suede Oh little sister and I hope you didn't feel that way Oh little sister I'm glad you came and I said Oh little sister I hoped you wouldn

Clouds descending I'm not policing what you think and dream I run into your thought from across the room Just another trick, can I weather this? I've

So you go chain her to your flow She bites through your dried lean meat As she's going to the movie show In a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver

do do do... Dropped off the edge again down in Juarez, "Don't even bat an eye if the eagle cries," the Rasta man says. Just 'cause the desert likes young girl's flesh and

like suede. There are days I feel your twin, peek-a-boo, hiding underneath your skin. Hmm, jets are revving, yes, revving from a central source, and this

you go and chain her to your flow. She bites through your dried lean meat as she?s going to the movie show. In a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver she