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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Pub
[time] => 2006-01-15 17:50:54
[hometext] => True Story
[bodytext] => Waiting for my girlfriend in the pub crowd before Five/ A glass of wine or two just too remind us we’re alive/ And a gentlemen sits down across from me and proposes/ I laugh at he in his tux and serious demeanor, surprised I’m only slightly uncomfortable at the gesture. And do the angels sense I’m open because you’ve taken up my soul/ And how can I express to God that from my fingers to my toes/ I’m alive and miserable and euphoric all in one/ And darling can’t you see the kind of trouble that you’ve done… And my girlfriend arrives and says he’s probably a prince or something/ ‘Cause yesterday was a birthday attended by a hundred queens/ And I tell her that she’s gullible, after all the lack of security and all And I’m sure they’d have security if it were really a Queen’s birthday ball… (wouldn’t they?) And don’t they see I’m open now because you’ve taken up my soul/ And do express to Earth that from my fingers to my toes/ I’m alive and miserable and euphoric all in one/ And sweetheart can’t you see the kind of mischief that you’ve done… And she says she met a Frenchmen last night at party who told her all about it/ And I insist he’s been pulling her leg, and even if he wasn’t/ I’d just be a member of a harem or some royal band of followers/ ‘Cause Lord knows how many true monarchies still exist today, anyway…. And can’t you see I’m open now because you’ve taken up my soul/ And how do I express to you that from my fingers to my toes/ I feel alive and miserable and euphoric when I pause/ And Lover can’t you see the change within, and you’re the cause… I think about my boss who says to laugh and make it worse/ When suspicion/rumors so upset you till you burst/ He said I could have a ‘stable’ and I should so suggest/ And watch the shock grow across their faces, Give my defenses a rest/ Oh I know I’m open now because you’ve stolen away my soul/ And I express in every breath how from my fingers to my toes/ I feel adrift and sexy, excited and even quite turned in sleep/ And yes, you are the reason that I’ve fallen in so deep….. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 483 [topic] => 2 [informant] => psyche [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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