Paul Anthony Scott

Rookie (18 June 1968 / Burnley, Lancashire, England)

Rose Douce

Ma Rose douce
Mon cherie
Avez-vous voulu m'embrasser?
Est-ce que avez-vous voulu que je partît?

Votre endroit
Votre maison
Je n'ai pas voulu dire pour laisser mon coeur
là où je devrais seulement laisser mon argent

Vous me prenez
Vous me baisez
Vous me laissez
pour se decomposer

Tandis que je paye:
Vous serez toujours la mienne
Vos pensées sont les miennes
Votre corps est le mien
Votre âme est la mienne

Et quand je suis allé:
Mes sentiments demeurent
Mon amour se développe plus fort
Mon coeur bat plus rapidement
pour ma belle putain

Submitted: Tuesday, February 10, 2009

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