Posted on Aug 15, 2007
I put her on a pedestal but
Not that high a throne you see
I put myself inside of her then
Asked her to go home I said,
'It's late and there are thieves about
This city can be dangerous.
I've called a cab so hurry up
Your death won't make you famous so
It's just not worth the risk.'
I guess I was a little brusque...
But that's the game you play when you
Play 'The One Night Stand'.
Can't say who's predator or prey in a
Hunt that's so ill-planned it always
Ends with fallen hearts it's
More than sheets get stained.
The afterglow is miserable
Be better had it rained.
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