One Night In Harlem
Six months after the compliment was invested
The repercussions of that compliment Were
felt all night in bed. You played me all your
CDs, And every one of them was hip. You
were reading this season’s magazines
They were all piled up in stacks. I
got a finger jammed inside your
ass, You made me put a con-
dom on. When all the
thrashing had
stopped
I
dreamed
about another
woman, One that
I loved
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