Polyverse 6/05/2004, round 2, #5

Eerie Monologues After Ghostly Missions Into Manic Mayhem

Eerie, deary, your lovin' does me right
Monologues make me drowsy,
After you have made me high
Ghastly to be leaving, baby [men echo: ghastly to be leaving]

Missions to the moon with you
Into your loving arms again
Manic with your kisses, baby.
Mayhem here without you.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Terry is orange; Habeeb is grey; Kevin is green