I got buttons bursting in the air. I got apple orchards everywhere. I got grapes swinging from the vine. Swinging in a line, lined up in the sunshine.
Taxi, taxi, hotel, hotel. I got the whiskey baby. I got the whiskey. I got the cigarettes. . Automatic taxi stop. Electric cigarette love baby. Hotel, rock 'n' roll, the discotheque.
Is this the way that you like it?. Is this what you had in mind when you called above. To the angels for the six hundred and sixty sixth time?. Hey, what about this? What about this, shake it.
Lazy boys and shy Diane's. One at a time, single file. They counted the low numbers. As they walked by. . I count a high number, a low number. Among the slow numbers.