Vinyl Fingertips

Itís a heady, sickly sweet, overflowing trash heap.

Come inside. Close the door. Draw the shades

all the way down.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace from your

vinyl fingertips.

PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME

Iím sunlight terrified.

<<<<<  Your eye shadows me and my 8-track mind.  >>>>>

Itís just the tip of my destruction.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace from your

vinyl fingertips.

PLEASE LET ME PLEASE LET ME

I took ìgood-byeî straight out of the box

and I set it down.

You left me with my pants around my ankles.

Found. Leaving not a trace of your

vinyl fingertips.

Christopher Hoffee ©2003 ASCAP