Ibiza TM - Bogdan Raczynski

Look at me looking at you

You dont know what to do

Desire in your eyes makes me realize that there’s no time to waste

Savor the flavor if you make haste

Pleasure tastes best when you digress

No need to stress just caress and hold be bold

When you (stare?) no time for ifs and buts…

Delay and opportunity will stray

Advance and she may stay

Easier said than done

Say the lonely ones locked up in their cave coffin prison

Gasping for contact respect love protection

Ultimate reject no direction walking backwards ill with regression

Ulterior motives keeping you from affection becaues you fear detection

You’re afraid of her because she carries a weapon

The will to crush your still life imaginary unordinary planet without compassion

Only consequence

Always playing defense putting more distance between yourself

While you become the superstar mvp athlete that hits below the belt

Courage abiding you press forward hiding

Your ugliness showing your aged weariness

Motioning intent in a constant of descent

Overexcited by the moment you attract contact

Forgetting to look into her eyes you pay the ultimate price

Failing poorly your wounds sore game over no score

In a state of denial going senile

You reasses and formulate calculate pie charts bar graphs

Deficiency coefficients and mal-strategies (?) in distress no course for regress

There’s no need to flee from her

Chances revoked you run hither

Take control of yourself or you’ll wither

Away

Right back and ask her to play stay just one day try to delay

Inescapable dissapointment and breakup and disillusion inherint in mal-placed

progress

Locked up in your romance

Non-realist get-a-way

24−7 holiday

Allocating rations for a day

That will never come only cumbersome

Baggage as big as jesus and just as false

Inescapable treaty of lies you spy her via the corner of your eyes

And wonder what may become if you had some

Why can’t i get me one

Says the dick who wants property not equality in his relationship

Watch as the lie from his mouth drips

Slave not lover i feel sorry for her

Having to deal with hormonal malcontent

95% penis .1% mental access

Again i stress the need to make sure that you are looking for a lover

Not another mother

In which case you need to cut out the incestual slobber

Thinking that no one can smell your bad breath dirty with ill will and doomed

fake

Impress