Can't you hear those cavalry drumsHijacking your equilibriumMidnight snacks in the mausoleumWhere the pixilated doctors moanCarnivores in the Cowloon nightBreathing freon by the candlelightCoquettes bitch slap you so politeTill you thank them for the tea and sympathyI want to defyThe logic of all sex lawsLet the handcuffs slip off your wristsI'll let you be my chaperoneAt the halfway homeI'm a full-grown manBut I'm not afraid to cryNeptune's lips taste like fermented winePerfumed blokes on the Ginza lineRunning buck wild like a concubineWhose mother never held her handBrief encounters in Mercedes BenzWearing hepatitis contact lensBed and breakfast getaway weekendsWith Sports Illustrated momsI want to defyThe logic of all sex lawsLet the handcuffs slip off your wristsI'll let you be my chaperoneAt the halfway homeI'm a full-grown manBut I'm not afraid to cryI want to defyThe logic of all sex lawsLet the handcuffs slip off your wristsI'll let you be my chaperoneAt the halfway homeI'm a full-grown manBut I'm not afraid to cry
Vogue Spain August 2012
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photography: Greg Kadel | model: Malgosia Bela | styling: Havana Laffitte | hair: David von Cannon | makeup: Mariel Barrera
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