1 Temmuz 2009 Çarşamba

Betty's Body.


I see her every morning and watch her fingers forming. Shapes that are as graceful as a baby's face full of hope. A certain scent of perfume, makes me think of her room. And how I'd like to be there, lightly touching her bare. I could be the lover, of anybody but her. I could be the lover, of anybody but her.

Betty, Betty
If you met me, you'd forget me
Betty, Betty
I am so shy, every day I
Secretly cry since my mom died

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