EVILLYN SAYS:
She's been a bad girl.
She's like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
She's like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
putting up your temperature.
I couldnt get that song out of my head.
I couldnt keep my clothes on. Hell, I could hardly even keep the records tacked up on the wall. But I managed. The records stayed hung My clothes dropped to the floor.
Here I am....on vinyl.