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letra de grade b movie - michael callen

i walked the wet boulevard alone
an open invitation to…anyone
i bit my lips to keep back the tears
what would they think
i cared not; i dared not
all i had were the tortured memories of a love i had once known
i could still feel your burning kisses on my virgin lips

when you look at me
it’s like any grade b movie
i whisper: h-llo, johnny. h-llo, johnny
then you tear my sheath and i’m below you
moaning: oh johnny, don’t stop. not now!

don’t stop johnny
don’t stop johnny

i remember that cigarette dangling
from the corner of your mouth
that white shirt unb-ttoned at the collar
revealing the tanned expanse of your chest
i knew you would never be completely mine
but i had to settle for what i could get
that night i raked your back with those ugly red welts!
i don’t know what your kisses reduced me to
you said you were pouring the wine of passion
into the warped vessel of a wanton woman’s heart
i had no control over my animal l-st
forgive me
forgive me
when you look at me
it’s like any grade b movie
i whisper: h-llo, johnny. h-llo, johnny
then you tear my sheath and i’m below you moaning
oh johnny, don’t stop. not now!

don’t stop johnny
don’t stop johnny

when you look at me, it’s like any cheap novel
your swelling manhood rising in your bleached out jeans
i come apart at the seams
i really can’t go on

but you wound me, johnny
i’m a slave to your purple blood-engorged pillar of desire
the knife of your love plunging in and out
in and out
all the way in and all the way out…
of my heart!

- michael callen

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