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Black & Blonde

by Baggypantsrich

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Your hair is black & blonde You know how to turn me on You are so soft & wet You are my Joan Jett You always catch me by surprise I like to look in your eyes Temptation causes sinsation We were on a forested trail On the run from a super jail Took a rest-stop at a tent Didn't know I could pitch a tent All I talked about was your hair And how it is genetically rare For a moment you thought, "is he serious?" For a moment you thought, "is he dumb?" Prince turned on "Delirious" And I remembered how to make you come Your hair is black & blonde
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Saint Michel 03:16
Drink too much. Drink enough to have a good time. Linking up with someone to touch. Be my chime. Wasting you wasting me is what I need. Loving you loving me is my plea. We did feed on corporal seed for a night. Painting you with painted leaves in the light. Hearts of fire in the choir of your love. It's your voice – it's your choice to sing to me. No career, no more beer, just a walk. Walk me home. Get some dome. Sidewalk chalk On my face. Change my race to be with you. I don't care. I'll cut my hair to find what's true. A month too soon. A month too late to get back home. Rushin' back. Rush roulette. Russian tome. I've given up all my words to be with you. I've given up a second tongue 'cuz nothing's new. Tu m'exclus! Non! Écoute-moi! Tu ne piges pas. Je te parle et tu t'en fous de moi. Au soleil, je lève les bras pour lui dire Que je suis tout prête à mourir. Oui, ce n'est que moi qui dit tout bas, "À bas la superficie qui te rend aveugle." J'ai le moral au plus bas. Je pense en bla-bla. C'est amour vache qui meugle.
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I'm a star I burn I shine
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Carnet Noir 04:00
Wrap your legs around my throat Tell me when to stop or go Tell me what time it is Take a marker from your bag Draw a symbol on a flag Kiss my arm through my coat Green shadow on your eyes Cow is pissing from the skies Jump the turnstile, learn to be free She bleeds water, I bleed wine Pixelated grape-fruit vine Your partner is too close in age Beads in trees, whores in air Lucifer has real good hair Stigmata paints notes on the page of my skin Skin
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Handstand 02:50
Shave the side of your hair please for me Knave in tights, I bought you tights with holes in the middle For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie Speed up browsing by disabling add-ons Weed in the water, living out daughter, places where I damned it For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie What's the point of talking to people, if they don't wanna' talk again? Wet your bed during a snowstorm when I was nineteen Birds of paradise kiss me twice with a hummingbird For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie
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'71 03:30
Whisper sweetly to me The lisper discreetly drank some tea Tousle your hair on the floor Squint at me you dirty whore Eye-shadow Saccharine Tentative gaze Devilish grin I know You know He know She know They know Whisper sweetly to me
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Run Be free Run Run to me You Hand to hand lift Lift me up to the sun You
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In a den of iniquity, Marine Le Pen talkin' 'bout equity And her voice is so soft A Rolls-Royce, blonde Anne Bancroft They like to wave a blue hand Red and green lights light the porch, my laughter is canned, man Feather red carpet for me, yellow lantern, red wall sea Roll back the stone and enter the tomb I've got a floral delivery for the new womb It's been an hour or maybe two since the memory started fading from view
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Sexy-Boy 04:00
Sexy-boy Post-love Sexy-boy Post-fuck I know someone. She is my dad. When I get home. She is real bad. That's when she starts to drink. That's when I start to think We are more than we are fighting for. In you, I found a drum. Beat me to death sucking your thumb. That's when I start to drink. That's when I start to think We are more than we are fighting for.
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7 05:35
I would've loved to love your man I'm more than just a fan I would've loved to learn to cry Why does it take so long to die? I would've loved to learn to speak My gestures are so meek I would've love to make a home I have nowhere left to roam I wish I had more time To tell my momma I loved her I wish I was alone I wish I was with you I wish I didn't think I just wanna' live

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released June 19, 2016

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Baggypantsrich Baltimore, Maryland

Baggypantsrich is an inspired singer-songwriter with a flair for glam and an ear for melody. His songs are plaintive rockers with glistening lyrics. His live show merges grace with raw energy.
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