Drazen Boskic

Compulsive Habit

You don’t know what you’ve done

After dummy hunter shot a wrong rabbit

Honey just a compulsive habit

But you don’t know what you’ve done

You have never thought what you taught

 

Me

 

Boy I think something’s got in me

Prolactin

Oxytocin

Or the illusion I felt hot in

 

Or something

 

Compulsive habit

Jerry also never gave it

Neither did the police queen

Except the sheet

 

Boy I think someone’s killed in me

Big price for the mussels homicide

So bad hunting’s still my guide

You have never thought what you taught

 

Me

 

You don’t know what you’ve done

Said you don’t know what you’ve done

 

Compulsive habit my dear

Compulsive habit my dear

Compulsive habit my tear

 

 

All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 21.06.2006.

 
 

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