The evening began as a positive swaret. and my abode was 4-2-0 G.. But little did I know that in the very next apartment. there'd be trouble on the brew for me!.
I'd like to close my eyes, go numb. But there's a cold wind coming from. The top of the highest high rise today. It's not a breeze 'cuz it blows hard.
Take a bow. Pack on powder. Wash 'em out with buzzing lights. Pay an audience to care. 'Impress me' personality. . Still and transfixed. The electric sheep are dreaming of your face.