Axelle Red
Miscellaneous
Friday Night
Friday night and no desire
No concept of time
The impression that only boredom
Makes me passionate about 'instant
Tuned to you and the FM
My own song
The blues nor the rock chains me
All that was missing was this
Alone in New York City
I feel so overwhelmed
Even a Warren Beaty
Wouldn't want to tame me
And I love it just as much
And if this evening I have this strange urge
Don't get carried away with me
I'd rather stay alone here
Than go moan at the bar
I think of you as you think of me
Then this answering machine
The distance doesn't help me
A crying Friday

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