A letter to you on a cassette. 'Cause we don't write anymore. Gotta make it up quickly. There's people asleep on the second floor. . There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness.
She came from the Cocos Islands. With a limp and a snow-shaker, huh. Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor. . He said, "You ain't get's nothing. 'Cause nothing gets made by Koreans".