Well you came on like some blazing supernova. With a flame that burned so brightly in the sky. Then you woke up and your long white night was over. And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by.
Here she stands in the doorway. Her face is framed in golden light. With creamy thighs and bedroom eyes. Call it,? Urchin with an appetite?. . My favorite shirt, my terry towel.
Somebody's Saturday night seems pleased to meet you. Slouched in a booth at Pamela's Pistol Dawn. Drink, drink cigarette, talkie talk. Drink, drink, smoke, smoke cigarette.
Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere. Here's a pretty lovebud for your hair. Itty bitty girl, sippin? Grenadine. Look who's talking to selfish Gene.
In the littlest hours 'tween the dusk and dawn. While the nightlight glows with the music on. You could climb so high in the dreamtime sky. And go anywhere.
I cracked the code. And I knew what it's all about. We found the loft on Greene Street. Swept that bad boy out. Alsatian wine — playing records way past four.
Do you remember the scene. Remember the scene of the crime?. The scene of the crime of a love. A crime of a love gone down. . Do you remember the time.
Well, along in the twenty first hour. When the whole damn grid goes down. This is how a party gets started. In for a penny, in for a pound. . All at once the whole joint goes quiet.
This old house. Looks just the way it was. Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone. But it's only just a shadow of the place you knew before. Because Bob's just not your uncle anymore.