You talk, you talk a good game. I wish I could talk the same. And a song is just a game. I'm getting good at cheating. . That's how you talk. Ah yes, you talk a good game.
I model lackluster panicky in vain search for the remedy. No words only melody come so I take my day off my love. My love she sits with me, I love, I love her company.
You seem the types who follow the line. Went from cheery vagabondage. To cold blooded luxury in four years. . No lick spittle or pick thack. From sycophant claw back flunky.