Sweat Or No Sweat
Do you really think
that just because
you play in a band
in your underwear
with way too much whiskey on board
that I’ll go home with you
take off my clothes
assume the position
and give something of myself to you.
God, I’ve done that.
Man, I can’t do that again.
I use to be the stalker
The one with the swagger
The lonely gait
Walking up to break you
Not to tease
but to promise
for at least one night
But now I know
a little bit of something about me
I get lost in the sweat
It becomes my longing
My addiction
Even if you suck
Swapping fluids at my old age of 3+3
Just makes me want to find out more
Not less like before
Do you really think
it’s such a great idea
taking me home
walking around inside of me
and then walking me back to the curb
in an hour or two
I’m done with that scene
Band or no band
Briefs or no briefs
Sweat or no sweat
But I did
think about it

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- September 2, 2006 / 8:30 am
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