A tune stuck in my brain about Eve of Destruction nothing's left the same no answer just question. I want to wish I believed DC puts us in prisons I'm finally relieved clarity of our visions.
We never talked of pleasure. It was always buried treasure. Marriage was a woman pure as a ****** bride to endure. Bette home on John's Island she finally made her stand. Took her kids and left behind his ashes they'll never find.
Promise me. Not a word to anyone. I think I'm in love with the nanny. She's young and vibrant and dark. I'm blooming in her midnight garden. My wires spark. My heart's ignited. Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.