Feel Love

Out in the alley, pressed hip to hip
close your eyes, when body counts, their turning lip to lip
they feel love, they feel love

baby’s sister off to bed and mother’s vein is on the rise pops is at the bar stool conscious of nothing but his Bloody Mary
and the bead of sweat, sweating down his side and his creditors desires
he loves love like an enema he feels love

an office full of paper, full of people ill advised
arms for drugs, drugs for arms something is wrong, leading to all demise
he feels love, he feels love he feels love like an enema he feels love

put your hand in mine
we’ll take this on the run
stay clear of dark alleys and big men with big guns they feel some love
I feel love , love, love

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