QLR lyrics : "Beauty Rest"
you come across that
rotted wooden door
while out strolling
the crosswalks,
don't think- to
knock it twice-
and do-not-think-it,
to walk on by.
The flickering light
with faded blue
speaks out like
a bulb to a moth-
romancing you.
Stepping up-
step-one-up,
two to the door.
one hand winding-
up for a strike-
the other reluctant,
pulling you back-
in-to the night.
But before you
felt the doors
outer shell,
it opened before
your feet and the
ground which you felt.
So you stepped on in
onto the damp stone floor,
with the colors
of the room spinning,
you had to ask for more.
Up came
The pea@@#! woman
pouring absinthe
in your glass,
She told you the stories
of her lost pin-up past,
and in that instance
you saw the maze
of her figure in glass,
you knew this is where
you would stay the night
to get Your beauty rest.
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