Jennifer Songtext

her heart throbs....her heart throbs three hundred and 40 beats per minute..those slit throat confessions...licked by my flames..of persuasion.. the shaving of bone......the lingering taste of enamel..the negatives...jennifer...such un compromising positions..the negatives..jennifer...such uncomprimising...I said " you dont need a doctor ..honey you needa mortician because I dont want your money and I dont want your favors..this aint no blackmail this is for amusement" I said "you dont need a doctor you need a mortician" dont shady pasts make for interesting broadcasts? and human error is never an acceptible answer you dont need anyone to mourn for,...jennifer