You see me there on the side
Like a bracelet on that thing you call holy matrimony
Sparkling like an excited child
Reminds me of all those rides at Coney Island
And you think I might get sad
That I'm not the love of his life
But I'll settle for being the love of his night
Because
You need to see my man
You gotta be my man
You should believe my man
He's got that smile that talks real smooth
Eyes so divine, there's a fire within
And for all his vices and design
Vices and design
I'm still his girl
Some people may get by being just enough
They won't understand the rules we made
Or the life that helps us get high
Too many words they rather abide
Because
You need to see my man
You gotta be my man
You should believe my man
He's got that smile that talks real smooth
Eyes so divine, there's a fire within
And for all his vices and design
Vices and design
I'm still his girl.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
