On the Rio,. Rode the sparrow,. Drank the marrow,. Spade the clerics. . I spent all day Saturday toasted,. Roasting in your room. . Fall fine,. Skin tight,.
The last time that I saw you. You had me housed up on your red, red road. Stranded in the housing of our move in house in. We were going to hit every port and every cape town.
I will harbor you around.. I may drive you down.. There are promises I'll make.. There are promises that I'll take away.. . But I won't beg for you on acetate..