It's the darkest hour, you're twenty two. The voice of youth, the hour of dread. The darkest hour and your voice is new. Love is lost, lost is love. .
Little Wendy Cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain. Nothing stops the go-to girl, nothing takes the place of taking aim. Little Wendy's out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes.
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you. Skin sweet with musky oil. The lady from another grinning soul. . Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard.