Tuesday, May 22, 2001
4:07 AM
the theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
and the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
do you love me?
do you love me?
do you love me?
do you love me?
there's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes
who's holding my childhood to ransom
on the screen there's a death,
there's a rustle of cloth
and a sickly voice calling me handsome.
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