ŞARKI SÖZÜ
now she's milk and she's apples
you're scotch and segregation
lips like molasses
you're smiling saccharine sidewalks
crashing the car just to make a connection each week
greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet
while she types and she answers
you pay for information
wonder what are the chances
just pray there's conversation
taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive
radio filling aborting your mission drive by
you're in the bathroom playing dead
i just know numbers now i'm feeling
what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling
i can't cut though to you
caught yourself while undressing
nude in a cold reflection
hands probe assessing
slow pills to change the painting
