There are twenty years to go. Twenty ways to know. Who will wear, who will wear the hat. . There are twenty years to go. Best of all I hope. Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl. Of cigarette burns on my chest. I wrote a poem that described her world. And put our friendship to the test. And late at night whilst on all fours.
I hold an image of the ashtray girl. Of the cigarette burns on my chest. I wrote a poem that described her world. That put our friendship to the test.
Come back to me a while. Change your style again. Come back to me a while. Change your taste in men. It's been this way since Christmas Day. Dazzled, doused in gin.