viernes, 17 de junio de 2011

Boys don't cry

Tell me your secrets, make me your choice. Inspiring your electronic pulses, your automatic devices. Blood on the dance top. Demons and leather, colours and cheerios.
Ladyes in red, men in black, children of the revolution.
Spot and jump! Deny your enemy. What's the meaning of luve?
No idea, my dear. It sounds pretty strange to me.
Julia and the dealers, cheerleaders.
Answer is back, none could even suspect it.
Brown eyes, old guys, odd stuff.
Marvellous, crazy and foggy.

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