She Bites Mosqitoes

Ghosts,
Walking through the walls of hotels
They smirk
A toothless farmer’s grin
How can these monsters be hurt?
You curse
But then you start to see

Young lovers be warned
The partners you now scorn
Were themselves once torn
Apart like wet paper

She bites mosquitoes
But so do you

Sir
You yourself have wrecked some minds
In parks
Summer in Krakow
My pride is etched onto my bed post
That’s maths
For blokey blokey blokes

There’s plenty of rest for the wicked
It’s the timid who toss and turn
Will I always be so neurotic?
Or will I one day learn

True love has a brain and clammy hands
Knows its place and knows its class
You say you want a man who treats you right
That’s subjective
Take some time

Blades
Flying through the circus air
The bearded ladies stair
A hierarchy here still exists
And like love
The food chain will persist

There’s plenty of rest for the wicked
It’s the timid who toss and turn
Girl you’re so academic
But you got no street smarts

True love has a brain and clammy hands
Knows its place and knows its class
You say you want a man who treats you right
That’s subjective
Take some time

True love has a brain and clammy hands
Knows its place and knows its class
You say you want a man who treats you right
That’s subjective
Take some time

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