Your smile was so disarming
You'd better mind your own affair
Picking
Took a look around this cocktail landscape
At the mud and
Never want to fight the lonely fight
Never want to talk
All these houses in a line
Saying hey good morning so
So far away you know you're lost little girl
You're really
One could go to jail for taking drugs all night
I
You took a little white cloud
And you're fixing up your
These boys are torn and tired
They used to burn so
Every morning when I wake from my bed
I find I'm
I shot the glass
And I cleaned the table
And I went
My friend got out of jail today
I picked him up
Be my ritual
Be my one desire
Be my light be my
She talked in riddles
She talked in three dimensional
She held my
When you move your stuff away from me
When you caught
Anglo Reptillian,
Wrist watch radio titters
She waltzes her way
Through the aero
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