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Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was too beautiful to be human
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was locked in time
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she turns and smiles, then walks away
Because, perhaps she was cold
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
I was a young boy that had big plans
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
The boy who was picked last in gym class
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
Besides the part where she was the only one
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She knew what she was doing
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
When I Was a Boy
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
Since Adam was a boy
Aussie Boy (user)
The Beach Boys
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
boy
Big Boy
Marmalade Boy
On your knees boy
Cancer Boy
good old boy
Boy Scouts of America
boy racer
A Boy and His Dog
The Party Album
The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories
Boy Scout Oath
The Hardy Boys Casefiles
Little Boy
Little Boy Blue
Green Mountain Boys
Bad Boy Bubby
The Boy with the Arab Strap
sphincter boy
Boys for Pele
Boy Kicks Girl
Tokyo Shock Boys
best boy
Calling boys and hanging up
chair boy (user)
seed boy (user)
Virtual Boy
Pep Boys
Geto Boys
Handsome Boy Modeling School
Scottsboro boys
Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Pink boys
Bad Boy
The Boy Bathing
Wonder Boys
Little Wooden Boy
Bat Boy
Boys Don't Cry
The popularity of boy bands
Ducky Boys
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
Boy Sets Fire
rude boy
Long-haired boys
Hoo boy
The boy on the couch
The boy who cried censorship
Wayne "Fat Boy" Ewing
Astro Boy
Mystery White Boy
Nancy boy
The Good Boy
Boy meets me, boy becomes infatuated with me, boy realizes I take up space, boy runs like hell
Junkie Ho Rent Boy (user)
The Boys Next Door
Thoughts On Black Boy
Golden Boy
What I learned in Boy Scouts
Boys Brigade
The Lost Boys
Sunday October 1st : Boy George Tribute Day
Game Boy
Why I'm giving up on boys
altar boy
Fallout Boy
Boring Boy (user)
Dannye Boy

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