Body Language

Mix it up and make it nice Cussed it once and cussed it twice Talking chrome and whispering steel Escargot and lemon peel Body language Body language Remove the bandage Body language Beasting lips and private art Treat it like an auto part Bored, ignored and charred too much Now it's me who's out to lunch Body language Knee bone's let it Martian landing Body language And I, claiming warm welcome, breast fed Promises of buss lips and then sleep Dreams of tossing, turning in the market rubble Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell Mouths never speaking, all inferred, deferred Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted All that's long gone Face dancing, body language Plastic metic flush it harder A cold Medusa working larder Never try to touch me with out that thing It's far too rusty, body language