Decorate your pretty feet
with high-heeled shoes and colored beads,
And while you sleep I'll play with them
and you pretend I am not there
or anywhere.
In short red skirt and floppy hat
her long legs lie across my lap.
She's drifting off in velvet sleep,
she makes me cum with her feet,
I cannot breathe
or do anything,
I cannot breathe.
Decorate your pretty face
with false eyelashes, with lipstick trace
the outlines of your pretty lips
then rest your head down in my lap.
My perfect pigtail teenage queen,
who giggles while she's teasing me.
Her every moves pornography,
I lie beneath her hovering,
she moves her head to my tiny death.
My tiny death drips on her breast.
So decorate your pretty breast
with rosaries and flowered vest,
then press them up against themselves
and pinch the nipples till they swell,
Then smear them with a silky cream
and let me slide there in-between.
Look-up at me your eyes so blue,
I spill my ghost all over you,
gets in your hair,
it's everywhere.
The sticky strings all in your hair,
you gorgeous thing,
it's everywhere.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
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I asked my friend Curt (he has every psych CD ever made)what are some good pop psych bands,he said next to "piper" this was the best. He might be right. paul rote
A more intimate and stripped-down, though no less dreamy and otherworldly, offering from this pioneering British psych musician. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2018