You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Straight up to your thighs
One kiss and I’ll surely die
Come on, give me the eye
No point asking why
Okay, I want inside you
Five hundred dollars doesn’t lie
You can say you love me
That way, we’ll both get by
Life is so short between your thighs
Do you feel it
Deep inside
Makes you want to cry
I know you hate me
But you made the pact
Now it’s time to act
You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Now it’s the talking part
Two strangers, heart-to-heart
Truths and lies
Smoke and why’s
I need to see you in my mind, you’ll get me through the tough times
You need the money
Seems rather funny, no money where I’m going
How about you, kids and all
How we fall
Two people in the night
Just getting through
As you do
Your boots on the floor
The last glimpse as I close the door.
It’s raining, death on the hill
No time for the final kill
You did look great in those boots
Will you walk for the final time
All over me.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Highlights the things money can and cannot buy, give, or take even, doesn't it? It is very thought provoking and gives a closer look at some of our social ills. A compelling read sir. Through & through.
Money, just another commodity, but he was going off to war.
Loved the last stanza ......
Aw, the poor lad died.
Nice work! This oddly reminds me of a dark take of a KISS song...
Strangely enough, she did wear a lot of makeup.
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