He is black of dirt,
power has him shaking
like a song with sound
She is slender from use,
skin creamy as cappucino,
built to break
So pour you an espresso,
sip it if this will do
(2002)
Your daring dance is too hot to be kind,
but you abhore people complying to it
You aim to please the confused souls
and commit yourself to making us laugh
Blue are your eyes, nature took care of it
and they have seen a lot, they are wise
People think you are never cold,
because you pay half the price at Gucci
No one sees you feeling desperate
when you leave another room in a hotel
Days get long over all the flowers you get
Yet you have a secret for outstandingness
One must confess you sprinkle bliss where you go,
you couldn't have know how mad it'd get
with you in the middle, at center stage
Just being glorious
(Feb 2004)
You are wealthy and happy
Every time we meet
I accuse you with confusing questions
and clutch to my sanity
I react devastated
Nothing compares to your indulgence
I confess I'm lonely
I admit I am unhappy
- Your triumph
(2003)
Between queens blossoms hate
It's a devastated condition, which must afflict,
an abject trauma to be broken at any occasion
Yet they decide to strangle the nearest woman
Still they achieve a heated vote for them
and provide us with jokes
(Feb 2004)
While she silently smokes a cigarette
she compares her dreams with reality
She never allows herself to adjust to romance
To achieve cheerfulness takes her some hassle
Even with his gentle pressure he can't manage
to make her let down her pride
Here's what lies ahead:
she either falls,
leaves
or ceases
(Feb 2004)
