Monday, 9 March 2009

She was filthy cute, as fine as fine can be

She was filthy cute, as fine as fine can be

She said she wasn’t the same without me

Just as crops ain’t the same without rain

Our love ain’t the same without some pain

Just like Russian roulette ain’t the same without a single round in the gun

Together we had known incredible times and fun, fun, fun

She was as sweet as a nut, and as hot as a rattling bone,

Couldn’t wait to introduce her to mum and take her home

I hoped our love survived like the plane crash in the Hudson River,

I made love to her till her legs shook and shiver

At half past two in the early morning, when the stars were gleaming

And the neighbours were snoring and dreaming

We were making a beast with two backs, the details I shall leave to your imagery

Despite the cold outside we made the room steam hot, as hot as a bakery.

Two years later, just before I had wanted to propose to her

To show how much I care and love her

She fell really ill and kicked the bucket; time stood still and my whole life halted,

Life’s worst disaster was imminent, my heart melted

In the midst of life there is death, a good beginning makes a good ending

But not this time around, my tragedy was transcending

A tree just isn’t the same without its leave

Without my other half I almost couldn’t breathe

But it’s all part of the creators plan, so I took heart.

The whole world is a stage; we all have a part to play, I wish I wasn’t cast for this part

She was filthy cute, as fine as fine can be

We were like cupid and psyche in ancient Greek mythology

Cupid had pricked me with his arrow, because I had become consumed with desire for her

I loved her in life; I must still love her in death, as she lives on in the heart she left behind.

We were so cool together; cool as the breeze on the last days of April.

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