MONSTER

MARTIN W. FOUTCH
Beodin@Juno.com

A child of addiction, I was drawn to my disease.
I always looked my best standing in a strong breeze.
I am not your average Monster, (or your average anything)
I can make you want to love me, make you beg me for the sting.
An Atheist of Reason, for Insanity a Priest,
When you see the Walking Wounded, they're just the ones that I released.
If you want to be my Baby, well, Honey, do you know the Price?
I don't want your silly money, I want your soul and I want your Life.
I am not your average Monster, (or your average anything...)
And I look just like an Angel, did you want to hear me sing?
If your heart's already broken, and your pride is weak and small,
C'mon and sit beside me, Girl, this won't hurt much at all.
I am not your average Monster, or your average anything...
I'm the lover from the movies, living on my Silver Screen.
No I'm not your average Monster, or your average anything...
One night in my embrace and you won't care what tommorrow
brings..............