| Sad boy for sad girl we're quirky and playful we have soft lips We listen to morrissey, perhaps not that seriously and my fingertips go numb when you touch me in that way you touch me quivering smile You're cute when you're near this and clumsy yet fearless I dig your style We'll fall asleep to victorialand and when I wake you're stroking my hand. Sad boy for sad girl we're painless and useful The boy's in drag. We offer our own selves, we sit through their carousels, my head in a plastic bag. You and me girl, you and me we are the only ones alive you and me girl, you and me we are the only ones who try to drink from this fountain of sand, strive to repress, try to stand and we'll fall asleep in victorialand and when I wake I'm stroking your hand. |
| Personal ad |
| by Kevin S. McFadden |