Two lovers are fucking up above me
In their apartment they roll as one
As they commit their dirty deed with glee
And they won’t stop until the night is done
As they express their love with much passion
Lose virginity or risk going stale
Meanwhile their sounds come downward crashin’
Any attempt to blot out their sounds fail
The sounds of their love burn me to my soul
They burn, I burn in emotional fire
A terrible emptiness takes it’s toll
The sounds won’t end. The sounds will never tire
I listen and the truth really does hurt
They make love, I have my face rubbed in dirt.
28th May 2001
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