Tuesday, July 20, 2010

'Frankenstein' by The Edgar Winter Group

To Build The Perfect Love

Well, first he had to build the Lab
Which was trickier than it looked

Suspending the chains from the ceiling alone
Took a whole afternoon

Then to find the pieces
To Build The Perfect Love
He took the eyes of the saddest girl that he knew
And the hands of the cagiest
The legs of the most graceful
The breasts of the most motherly
The brain of the funniest
And heart of the darkest
And arranged them in a perfect order
Not a stitch was shown
The skin was perfect, uninterrupted
Or maybe just good make up

And raised her to the storm
Coils flashed and beakers bubbled
Thunder and Lightning tore the night sky
To Build The Perfect Love

He lowered her to the floor
Kissed her (like in fairy tales)
she awoke, she arose
And asked one word 'How?'

He told her she was created out of desire
Birthed of electricity
But born of his heart
She kissed him deeply

And crushed the life from him
To go about the business of collecting his heart
Having her own desires
To Build The Perfect Love

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