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“The Price of Model Beauty,” Fiore Blu 

Growing With Problems, Fiore Blu.

Apart, Fiore Blu

I am by no means a lyricist. Nor do I intend to pretend to be one. However, considering the last lyrics were appreciated, here's some more for you guys. Enjoy!~ Fire baby, fire baby. Gimme pyrotechnics. Burn my soul and all my desires. You've got flame, you've got style, you've got all that I need. If only you'd stay with me? I've been waiting so long just for some fun. Lurking corners for the number one. Then there you were so bright when you smiled. I was touched, heart stolen when you said I was yours now and forever. I needed loving and touching before anyone else. Yet, so many others crowded my plea for help. I tried to let you know I existed when I screamed louder than the witches. It's so hard to let you know I love you when I'm not in your field of vision. Divide the seas, cross all the T's, I've got a perfect plan to recapture thee. Put my coins in. Now play that rhythm. Fire baby, fire baby. Gimme pyrotechnics. Burn my soul and all my desires. You've got flame, you've got style, you've got all that I need. If only you'd stay with me. Little liar how you cross me. Gave me all these excuses about making meetings. At nine became ten and ten became five in the morning. I stopped waiting on the couch watching tv because I was burning up electricity. Though I wish we were still electricity connected, you had your plug in another outlet. Then the rumors start to spread to all our acquaintances. Our life became a contagion. We were filled with allegations. Like "Pray tell, where were you last night? I bet those honeys treated you real nice!" Irresponsibly kicked in; I started to drink; the bottle was my only friend. Pour another shot, We drink away our follies for fake love scenes. Fire baby, fire baby. Gimme pyrotechnics. Burn my soul and all my desires. You've got flame, you've got style, you've got all that I need. If only you'd stay with me Your hot-headed now when I ask a question. I recalled the blow to my cheek. My plan anew, was misbegotten. I wanted your head by any means. Spit on me, choke me, drag me, somehow I'm still your queen? You think you got it all smooth with sparks. Give me a bucket full of my tears to set this fire off! You wanna know how angry I can get? Take a seat front view, here's my final kiss. No intermissions on the inquisition. I declare war for this angel has fallen. Pop the cherry, No one's a Virgin Mary in this bad dream. Fire baby, fire baby. Gimme pyrotechnics. Burn my soul and all my desires. You've got flame, you've got style, you've got all that I need. If only you'd stay with me. And, had not cheated. -Fiore Blu

For My Child, by Fiore Blu

Eliot, Maybe, God will pray for the fallen in nights of stolen thieves. When ready with carriages they come picking at ours knees. In time when knights’ folly worsen that so lost and confused in march they travel. In lack of golden rain does acid melt the proud face. When showers have come in blood and raid - for shields to protect them against his foes do they honor in high praise. In Christ how long the wait. Of the commendable name, many told tales good in standing posts along the days. Yielded against the victory, spiced in bladed misery were they. Yet, the choice is given to one so great that mind his men he may. Maybe, God will come if thee pray more or bless a little less each day. - Fiore Blu

The box is your confine. And, you can't move, keep shaking. Jail is where you go. If you forgot the cage you tried so much to free, it's only ever right there. If and only if you'd open your eyes. No one said this life was pleasant. You'd choose any other kind. You drift off with lazy eyes to worlds that don't exist. It might do you justice to read the law cause sleeping is just like being dead. The box is your confine. And, you can't move, keep shaking. Jail is where you go. - Fiore Blu

In The Night, Dance Sly, by Fiore Blu