Saturday, October 18, 2008

Wild Years

yeah, hehe.. sure we made hot love
to the length of a Tom Waits album
her arms around me straddling
with his wailing in the background
and what a sight to behold
getting our sex on to the Wild Years
well when she came I laughed 'cause
she sang just like backing vocals

lighting cigarettes on the roll off
we sighed o'er our wild years
questioned each other when it'll be
we decide it's time to grow up
for what to grow up's there gain
she whispered through the room's steam
I dunno I sleepily replied
seems more than enough right here

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