one thing´s for sure:

i won´t die with a smile on my lips

another thing´s for sure:

i won´t die with my hands on your hips

and furthermore:

i am never ever gonna get a grip

there´s no encore

you can´t get back on track

once you have slipped

my hedonistic flirting

can´t break the iron curtain

i´m pretty sure

i´m certain

i send out invitations

my smiles won´t cause sensations

they call it alienation

the future´s not unwritten

no room for catwalk kittens

i am once shy and twice bitten

this case just never closes

same story

brand new poses

but no wine and no roses

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

September 25, 2008