Old dro bottles and blow, blowin' from both zones. Layin' in them Tahoes we own the projo's. Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big dan dun a nan.
Is she looking straight at me. Or is it my imagination. Some kind of illusion or prestidigitation. I cross the room to a standing ovation. A hesitation at my sudden invitation.
I take a pill or two to make me nice for you. Buzz me at 3 am you feel inflicted dirty. It's not called making out. If you are over thirty. . She got the gold mine I got the shaft.
Kung fu tongue spar without a solution. The vintage sign made which ends in confusion. Robert Plant kicking from the Japanese hearses. Goes, "Baby baby" in trebly verses.