Baddie’s bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands
In the morning where does all the pain go
The same
Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no
You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery
By and by the way of an explanation
Cast a drift
I model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy
No
Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the
Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up
I do declare I was surprised to see you stay
only
He's stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around
You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone
and since you
You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk