Testo The Curse Of Great Beauty

Your tooth ache an ivory tower
So let down your long perfect legs
I'll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue
And run Ambisol into your hair
â??Cause those paper cuts kept you from writing
A poem so epic and true
About you are cursed
With a beauty so great I'm sure that it's hard being you.
So put down that book it's too serious
I'll undress you as I make a joke
But please try not to laugh
As I swim in your flesh
Just hold your breath â??til I finish
So explain it again to me slowly
About the physical world that you transcend
I'll just watch your lips and your perfect white teeth
And the cigarette that doesn't belong there...