Look, I'm standing naked before you. Don't you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one. But I can't claim innocence.
Oh God, could it be the weather? Oh God, why am I here? If love isn't forever. And it's not the weather. Hand me my leather.
I could just pretend that you love me. The night would lose all sense of fear. But why do I need you to love me when you can't hold what I hold dear?
1991
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