A long hot Indian summer Poolside white girl tans She got her claws into me early that summer Toenails like talons, sparkling in the sand Atlantic City, winding back alley streets Her wrist in my hand, on the run, clutching my gun We left our souls open and willing to the heart of a fray not yet exposed And all along the beach, sharks washed up, teeth strewn around, bleached by the sun Watch where you're walking, there's blood in the sand Watch where you're walking, this gun in my hand... Love, wait for me, I'm almost home Save my place at hearth of stone Don't wait for me, I'm almost gone
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