Body Language Paroles

Remove the bandage.
Body language.

Beasting lips.
And private art.
Treat it like an auto part.
Bored, ignored and charred too much.
Now it's me who's out to lunch.

Body language.
Knee bone's let it.
Martian Landing
Body language.

And I, claiming warm welcome
Breast fed
Promises of buss lips.
And then sleep.
Dreams of tossing turning
In the market rubble All that's long gone
Face dancing, body language

Plastic metic flush it harder
A cold medusa working larder
Never try to touch me with out that thing.
It's far too rusty.
Body language.