Bare feeling carpeted stairs and their,
Five feet from your perfect hair.
Accentuate the curves,
Touch sensative the nerves.
Three members live as one,
You could say a triangle of love.
But how long can it last,
You know it won't be like the past.

Everything is made of plastic,
The clothes, ideals, it's all fantastic.
But underneath their hollow dreams,
In each of them is a little queen.

With whom I could spent my life, learn and teach.
My hollow dreams are not so out of reach.

Screams of delight,
They echo through this neon night.
It's hard for me to literate,
So easy to pontificate.

But still I feel so warm inside,
I've felt this way a thousand times.
And the rotor, it does not bat an eyelid,
This place has become a hybrid of gaiety and hopelessness.

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