Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising My warping seathing Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? What was right I came upon your room It stuck into my head We leapt into the bed degrading even lice You took delight in taking down All my shielded pride Until exposed Became my darker side Puckering up and down some avenue of sin Too cheap to ride They're worth a try If only for the old times cold times Don't go waving your pretentious love He's soliciting on His tan brown brogues Girating through some lonesome devils row Pinpointing well Meaning upper class prey Of walking money checks posessing holes He often sleekly offers his services Exploitation of his finer years Work with loosely woven fabrics Of lonely office clerks Any lay suffices his dollar green eyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
