Lily, you wear a dress. I'll find a bowtie. We'll get deadly, dining on credit and fuck the rentmoney. We've enough between us Ladylily, we're a stack of bricks, packed hard to the ribs with dirty devils -- weren't we Bonnie and Clyde, a dress and a tie, handcuffs and high heels, didn't we own enough of the night Lilylips, didn't we say we'd never need more than a room to fall down in? So, we were cigarettes, living in ashtrays all over town, we laughed about want and we cashed in our jobs... read more
