It didn't matter
What fell from his lying lips
It was those eyes
Those innocent eyes
That's what I was in love with
His soft, furry skin
Covered in moles
A few scars
His skinny, lady like legs
Leading to his appley, little ass
It was almost the death of me
That other fleshy vice too
"The brain" of the man machine
I missed that
My body missed that
It let me know
Everytime I attempted to inhale another
