The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind.
Isn't this what you wanted?
An actress on the stage
(No wonder you can't see)
Swirl those hips around,
Bare it all for the show
(Ignore my advice; don't listen to me)
Display all those bruises- all those bones
Take pride in the scars examined like stars
Drip your silver tears dry without sound
Scream and howl like a beast on the prowl
(I hate what you've done to yourself)
Hold that head high and show your strong side
(Then crawl away like you have no friends)
Double sided twisted figure turn around... turn around!
Pound those heels on the stage like a knife to my heart
(Don't be gentle, make it count)
Hang me from the curtains then take your bow
*(There are better ways to **** a man)*
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind
(At least you can't see what you're doing)
--Christian J. Clark, 2011
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind.
Isn't this what you wanted?
An actress on the stage
(No wonder you can't see)
Swirl those hips around,
Bare it all for the show
(Ignore my advice; don't listen to me)
Display all those bruises- all those bones
Take pride in the scars examined like stars
Drip your silver tears dry without sound
Scream and howl like a beast on the prowl
(I hate what you've done to yourself)
Hold that head high and show your strong side
(Then crawl away like you have no friends)
Double sided twisted figure turn around... turn around!
Pound those heels on the stage like a knife to my heart
(Don't be gentle, make it count)
Hang me from the curtains then take your bow
*(There are better ways to **** a man)*
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind
(At least you can't see what you're doing)
--Christian J. Clark, 2011
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