Oh it's not easy to resist temptation. Walking around looking like a figment of somebody else's imagination. Taking ev'ry word she says just like an open invitation.
When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti. And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty. The girl in your dreams would have you up on an under age charge.
Figure hanging on a leather band. Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand. Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time. Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime.
All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown. Soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down. Although they may be swept up so invitingly. . I never did what I was told.