freedom island

2 girls in love…

but this isn’t chocolate boxes and roses

And as I’m standing across this room
I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has
become the centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do? I’ve got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like I’m standing on top of a very high building oh yeah.
All the stuff they tell you about in the movies
but this isn’t chocolate boxes and roses.
It’s dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night.
And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly
And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.

pulp

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