Press Play (2)
By birksy
Press play, the passwords on, won't like that, will you, have to see what's going on, I'm a little out of control, and these passwords just make you mad, have some *******, maybe it's another one, smile you'll never know the difference. Sewing beans jumped away, fell in a pot, got boiled into mush, and I threw them all away, before you had the chance to see. Difficult not to smile, to see you squirm, it's not so nice, but as you know I'm so damn good at knowing people, tick, tick, your mind is as loud as that, I see all your thoughts, and I play them back at double speed, you twist but cannot get away. And then you go, meet whoever, no surprises for l'il ol' Birksy, could see it coming for miles, I stop the tape, this could get a little sour. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 06:58 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"Press play, the passwords on,..."