When a person has too much she can forget what she really needs When you pull the spike from the flesh it is then that the wound will bleed The drawer that I was keeping your letters in It is filling up with hate And then I found you arousing my counterpart It's a most unusual state When a man needs a mate... Be my Mona Lisa, baby, whose smile doesn't bother me at all Be my Mona Lisa, baby, and hang on my wall till I get home So I offered up my bedroomness like unreliable advice This you accepted reluctantly, this you accepted twice And remember those platform shoes that you made so you could look me in the eye? By the time you climbed up into them it was all you could do not to cry and still say good-bye... Be my The Last Supper, baby, note that just one man faces the other Be my The Last Supper, baby, raising a toast to the host who has suffered the mostPágina 1 / 1