Raven Brent

Here in my house.
My dreams are filled in the here and now.
Here in my house.
Things seem so estranged.
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The rush hour traffic was trafficacious.
Keith Richards and I crossed a turn lane.
His eyes wandered on mine.
He grasped my hand, playfully messing around
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Passion running it's course like a stolen river.
Hands feel every stroke like wild bandit.
Swim to me when you're ready to take the first step.
Body push it to the max.
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I cried so much I drowned in my river.
My tears are so much they couldn't dry.
Whatever your love's done for me is no good.
For this you would cry me a river.
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Just yesterday I thought I had a friend.
Someone I thought who would be by my side.
You forgotten what you started.
You gave me your reasons and parted.
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Ace Ventura was a lucky man.
He lived freely like a wild beast.
He knew how to get me.
He made my bed like a trap of lust.
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You raped me of my innocence and prestige.
Nothing more of me than the naked eyes sees.
You sponged your way into the darkness.
You borded your way right through me.
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He gets me from behind.
He plows right into me.
The grinding kind.
He's about to explode.
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Love is here and gone the next day. Don't wait for me 'cause I might cry. And love is the greatess aphrodisac. What's causing all this pain, pain.
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The eyes of you are my glowing flame.
You've mastered your sutra with your flow.
You gather me in arms of silent rain.
Chocolate buttercups fill your eyes.
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I never felt what your love was like.
I never felt what your love meant.
I really never felt your warm breath on my neck.
The tingling fingers that soothed my soul.
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I was away and came back.
I found myself looking back at you.
You looked my way and smiled.
I could see clearly the distance bewteen us.
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I have a love.
He ignores my existence.
I have a love but he isn't there.
I have a love but he doesn't see it.
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I don't want a guy who's a yum and won't but me a drink.
I don't want a man who smells like yodi.
I want a man who's yo-yuck (awesome.)
These are my slangs and these are your gangs.
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Life is lonely being famous.
They never know if you're real or famous.
If it's all about the music, well hey baby.
They'll never listen to what's inside your heart.
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