Think I’ll move along . . .
No love in your song.
Angel wears no thong,
Love is always wrong.  
Angel focused girl
Where’s your human soul?
Not a trace of vice
You’re one block of ice.
A cold dish of fish
A thing with no fling
Afraid of the night.
No one holds you tight. 
It’s just fine with me.
If you set me free
Don’t need your kind of
Hospitality.
(c) FXP 2013