Love through Vaseline

Poetry for the love-torn, lovesick, lovey dovey, love lust, loveless, and of course lovers of kau greasy aku steamy.

1) Mood of this song: moody. Lawlz, but there's not other words to describe this. This is my new love song for ATI.



Pretend to love my imperfection at least for a minute
Infect my dreams with your taste

You know how to enter in me
You know how to softly torture
You know how to torture my innocence

Theres a falling bridge between
My heart and your upside down world

Let your saliva drip which I hold you tight
If only I had the capacity to reject my love

The crazy, the soldier, the weak and the heroes love but not us my love
Your saliva runs slowly runs down on my body

Ill need a cruel master who will save my vicious soul
But a master I will hate or that maybe will save me
But Ill hate him hell save me

Come on come on inside me because this way
You will save me for a moment forget
You love me
Push yourself push inside me because this way
You will save me for a moment forget
You love me push yourself

Im so disgusted by the victories I never conquered
I feel sorry for the defeats I am roughly headin

Love me all the same when Ill sing to you about Vaseline and Lead
Look at me all the same when Ill be jester of violence and pity

Ill need a cruel master who will save my vicious soul
But a master I will hate or that maybe will save me
But Ill hate him hell save me

Come on come oninside me because this way
You will save me for a moment forget
You love me
Push yourself push inside me because this way
You will save me for a moment forget
You love me push yourself



2) For the Gigolos out there... we feel you. This song is from the movie Cliente, aka French Gigolo. What a good way to start a movie that ended badly. The movie sucks but we were impressed by this song. It's witty and "whoaa". In case some of you don't get it, I'm going to put WHOAs next to the lines which whoa-ed me.



Translation:

I take cash, checks or plastic
I'm a hustling ladies man, the loot's fantastic
sadly, most work pays badly.

I give em pleasure at their leisure,
when they ring, I bring that extra thing

I can get it up when i'm told,
even with a blindfold.  (*WHOA!!*)

Call me Patrick,
or plain Mr Dick,
just gimme gals,
not pals,

I can play games with elderly dames,
screwing' my neighbor,
pays more than hard labor.

I fill 'em, then bill 'em,
that's about it,
once they've come, I split,
I've done my bit.

I'm sore from rich clients galore,
takes big bucks to pay for fucks!

I deal my dick, not dope,
I put 'em in heaven, give 'em hope, (*WHOAA*)

even if their skin's rough,
my staff'll be stiff,
I know my stuff.

As an escort, not a date,
I charge a special weekend rate.

You earn dough,
bein' a gigolo,

they just want a fling,
so morals can't be your thing, (*dayum*)

even if a client's not my type…
I gotta deliver the hype…

I tell my ego to pass,
each time I bare my ass. (*WHOA!!!*)