soft porn magazine / part two

slow roasted

crying on the kitchen floor, imagining the crisis ahead
oh what a whore, the girl who hints at you and dresses in red
can you begin to taste the pressure?
the mini femme fatales in the making
the movie-star hollywood's dream
girls are wild, minds are free, ours the taking

i would dye my hair blonde along with my flesh
the baby rocker slows down, i paid for my place to hit the town
the pressure becomes harder, broken hips sway faster
roast me in thyme, bake me at 350 degrees, cook me slowly for a day or two, let me rest
satisfied in a golden shell, chick you devour me