Pictures of You

I'm pickin' up a new vibe It's nothing too much Antenna says I may be losing my touch I'm hanging round a bee-hive Feeling the buzz It's hard to explain let's say it's simply because I like the rough Much more than these smooth… …Pictures of you They're too good to be true So I'm trusting my eyes again These cameras never lie Giving up a day job Working at night You're looking so fine in that cool amber light You're running with a new mob Working the crowd The final result? Oh should make you proud Forgive me asking, I can't help saying But what you got there, thе price you're paying In the light of day, what do I see For what it's worth, seems no bеtter to me These pictures of you Are too good to be true I'm using my eyes again These cameras never lie You got it, you're down and dirty You're made for pleasure The frame is frozen, you watch the birdie You're made to measure Ah-ah, look at you now Oh-oh, stand out in a crowd The real you showing up on your face Your hair is blowing all over the place Ha-ha-ha-ha Smooth pictures of you Are too good to be true So I'm trusting my eyes again These cameras never lie

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 08, 2025

When it came to me one day in Jerksville Man, I was right on the edge That jacket’s too small for a man of your size And those socks are too big for your head My eyes glaze at whatever you say But I’m listening, do tell me more It goes under the bridge, right over my head And out through my portable door I was trapped in a dire situation Between reason and someone-in-law The winner takes all and runs off with the ball Nothing could pleasure me more Times were, I’d have spoken my piece For a minute or two held the floor But I can’t get a word in so here I am hurtling Right out through my portable door The jabbering’s hurting my brain cell so bad For once in my life I am bored The public house beckons, I follow the call And slip in through my portable door The unlikely event came upon me I wasn’t prepared for the shock Once round my neck and twice round the deck And the rest disappeared up the block So here we are and everything’s changed Faster than ever before You gotta be jokin’, man what are you smoking Blow it out through my portable door

Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025

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