No pity you're lost in the city. Where no one seems to see your face. Talk with me and feel my heart beating. but no one ever hears my pain. . The way I'm livin' is cold and now I'm sitting.
The Western Minnesota Intercollegiate Circle. Telephoned they said. Hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball. It reads mister madonna kicks some beat poetry.
Somebody somewhere must pay. Not you you just walk away to the foot of her stairs. She at the top with her head in the clouds. And was she easily lead.
Saint Christopher Sunday otherwise unaware. That is what she called it. She arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase. Looking suitably world weary.
When am I ever going to kick the curse?. I took my medication I feel worse. Swimming is easy when you're stuck in the middle of the Mississippi. All you have to do is crawl.
Hey Rusty. It's a long time. Remember. It's like yesterday. Stealing cigarettes. And laughing as they chased us. Down the boulevards. Then I got a job.
Life begins at thirty. So I have been told. I can easily believe it. The way I'm getting on. Yeh I'm getting on. You hang around backstreet bars. For what you wish you knew.
You don't need a lover in this climate. You don't need a boyfriend in your bed. These days. Pull a blanket round you baby. If you're looking for an early grave.