The rain woke us up.
You turned round and just did
Make me reflective, introspective
Make me the violence, and explain my
I was awake I overheard your speech
My ego dried and
I cant make boasts about my body
The workmanship is somewhat
I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain
She's waiting on
I work in a saloon, pulling shit pints for shit
We used to do it to ease the tension.
Pretend that
You used to be part of the scenery
but now I
Oh, she always used to be the same
She'd be loose
Half nine I'm glued to you, then I'll disappear
Call your
Sit by me silently and brush my beard
No mess to
If your hair was a call to arms
And your legs
The bed's a mess
When we're finished and at rest
And I
If I don't know, I can't understand.
'll get the drinks
When we were last here we named our offspring,
But we
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