it's five thirty
and all I can think of is you
the Russian Revolution means nothing to me
your touch keeps flooding my brain
pushing away all thoughts of what I should be doing
cause I want you to be here
take me in your arms
I want to feel your lips on mine
you're all I can think about
I need your hand for me to hold
and who really cares about V.I. Lenin
when you're as beautiful as you are?
don't you know how great you are
when you're just being you?
that Russian March Revolution is nothing
compared to the March revolution happening right now
my brain is completely yours now
I couldn't even soapbox for communism
as long as you're taking up so much space in my mind
and baby this is one World War I'd gladly let you win

04/27/2002

Posted on 04/27/2002
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