The Shadow At The Door The shadow at the door. He always leaves me wanting, just a little bit more, Than the last time he came around. Another boy I meet, maybe two or three, Seems the same but there's something I don't see, They cannot cast a shadow on my door. They try for my attention, I am ignorant of it all, For I'm still here watching, waiting, as the shadow climbs my wall. This shadow knows no keeper, And is fleeting from your door, He does whatever pleases him, Nothing less and nothing more. Observe him from a distance, Allow your rapture to unfold, But try to touch him and there's nothing, But darkness, harsh and cold That shadow is beautiful to behold, But there is one thing that I was never told, A shadow can't be touched, or loved, or hugged, or kissed, It only can be watched, and when it's gone be missed. Another place and another time, Maybe then, that shadow would be mine. To cast across his doorway.

Friends With Benefits Purple glitter round my eyes Ripped tights upon my thighs Night out on the town with my best boy We so drunk on youth and beer I so glad to just be here On this smokey dingey dance floor where you make me feel so loved Baby tell me I'm the best Love me more than all the rest Tonight I know you do Bitches can see its me and you And no one else. But in the cold, mean light of day I'll watch you walk away Hold back my tears and say.. "Hey, baby that's okay Come round again some other day, just if you're passing by this way" I wish that you would stay.