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Pillow Talk

Little white lies
Folded in pairs like socks,
A drawer full of deceptions.
But just who do you suppose
You're lying to?

The Queen of Spades is a contract killer,
The Queen of Hearts a fool --
And I refuse the candied insults
Offered by your lips.

Your kisses dirty my skin
But go no deeper.
I scrub them off, when you're not looking.
(Why the fuck am I still here?)

A man in Bombay said to me,
"I believe that when most people say,
'I love you,' they really mean
'I desire you.'  What do you think?"

I told him, "Sincerity is the key,
And once you can fake that --
Baby, you've got it made."



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