"they" hated the title, but in the end, I got to name it 'fear and loathing in rohnert park' For the filthy few that i talked to or texted in my rohnert days, danger became a part of story tales. out take from photographer and muse
I've been lookin' for a dameThat would wanna be my wifeThat was my intention main If we cannot make babiesMaybe we can make some timeFuck so pretty, you and meErotic City come alive We can fuck until the dawnMakin' love 'til cherry's goneErotic City, can't you see?Fuck so pretty, you and me
All of my hang-ups are goneHow I wish you felt the sameWe could fuck until the dawn(Until the dawn)How I wish you were my dame(Baby, won't you be my dame?)
Got bitten fingernails and a head full of the past And everybody's gone at last Sweet, sweet smile that's fading fast 'Cos everybody's gone at last Don't get upset about it No not anymore There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before Had a second alone with a chance let pass And everybody's gone at last
Well I hope you're not waiting Waiting 'round for me 'Cos I'm not going anywhere, obviously Got a broken heart and your name on my cast And everybody's gone at last Everybody's gone at last