12-18-03 - 6:01 am
I'm infatuated with Hollywood during the 50's. The actors were Gods.
Tell me what you want me to do
Tell me what you want me to say
When nothing I do or I say is enough
Everything fits but the size of my love
Out of proportion and into your drug
Into your drug
Into your drug
Now how can I give you the world
Painted on the side of a pearl
When neither the pearl nor the world's big enough
Everything fits into the size of my love
Out of proportion and into your drug
Into your drug
matthew sweet - into your drug
And her voice would be like a hyperdermic needle into my heart after a heavy doing of drugs. You must learn to become.
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