she stands alone in the desert
in a bush of thorns
and the thorns have no mercy on my naked limbs
and i can't move forward
and i can't move back
and my blood stains the desert sands red
she dances lonely in the desert
in her bush of thorns
and the bones of her friends are lying scattered in the sand
they couldn't move forward
and they couldn't move back
so they hung on the thorns till they were dead
but she is happy in the desert
with her bush of thorns
she is happy with the blood and the thorns and the bones
and she won't move forward
and she won't move back
and she counts all the men she owns
in a bush of thorns
and the thorns have no mercy on my naked limbs
and i can't move forward
and i can't move back
and my blood stains the desert sands red
she dances lonely in the desert
in her bush of thorns
and the bones of her friends are lying scattered in the sand
they couldn't move forward
and they couldn't move back
so they hung on the thorns till they were dead
but she is happy in the desert
with her bush of thorns
she is happy with the blood and the thorns and the bones
and she won't move forward
and she won't move back
and she counts all the men she owns
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here it is.
i don't drink.
are you ok? did you pass out? it's not for good reasons like medical or addictive, i just think alcohol is yucky and have a much better time with pot. i love being drunk, but i hate getting there, and i hate the next morning. pot gives me it all.
you know?