Pocketful of Rainbows
But there's no reply
Five seven o five
Got myself just one more dime
But will the operator hold the line
When my ears keep telling me
There's no reply, no reply
I pick up the telephone
I go crazy when there's no one home
I feel cheated and small when
My number's on the wall of her room
Call me soon
Hey operator
Five seven o five
But there's no reply
Five seven o five
Why do you keep me hanging on the line
I can't believe that there's no one there
Is this a private number love affair
With your phone booth
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I want your hand
Across my belly
I want your breasts
Upon my back
I want your pain
To rip right through me
I am your death
You are my wrath
I抣l take your hand
Beyond the threshold
I抣l take your gifts
As art of fact
I抣l take your tongue
Right down to my throat
You are my loss
I am your map
I find your eyes
They give me shelter
I find your lips
They give me peace
I find your need to take me over
Open my heart
I抣l tell you stories
Open my legs
I抣l read your mind
Open my mail
I抣l tell you抮e forty
You are my fate
I抦 your design
I抣l lead you o�r
The city burning
I抣l lead you home
To Provincetown
I抣l lead you down
The soft dunes yearning
You抮e my vision
I am your sound
I long to be
Your handsome woman
I long to feel
The crease of time
I long to free
Medusa抯 stallion
I抦 your water
You are mine
I need to carve
Your face in pavement
I need to die
In your embrace
I need to keep
A grave engagement
You抮e my power
I抦 your disgrace.