Be my Angel
Be my everything
Be my Angel
Be Mine

A Friday Night,
the moon so high,
so full of light.

Thirteen Candles lay,
lit in your name,
around the Pyre,
it lights the night.

Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night

A boom from the sky,
draws me upward,
a beauty I do see,

I worship, pray to on my knees,
winter's breath of filthy snow,
befrosted paths to the unknown.

Black lipstick, those so lips smooth,
yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying,
it's no secret we're close,
as sweaty Velcro.

I beg to serve, your wish is my law,
now close those eyes and let me love you to death,
shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging.

An uncrowded couple; are we three,
hey we don't care what people say,
when walking hand in hand down Kings Highway.

A dreamer of pictures I run in the night,
you see us together, chase the moonlight,
don't spill a drop dear,

let me kiss the curse away,
yourself in my mouth,
will you leave me with your taste?

I will do anything to be with you.

Hey am I good enough for you?
Hey am I good enough for you?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough For you?

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