There's Dallas to the library, the place they ended Kennedy. I stood were Oswald took his shot in my opinion there's a bigger plot. Coslers back into the left, the picket fence, the better bet. Paris came and summer went, the tunnel's now a flower bed.
The famous turf to meet, Geoff Hurst. Vodka stops to quench my thirst. Golden Gate stroke Alcatraz. The fat man failed to get us passed. Is Jimmy's corner in "Raging Bull", DeNiro's jokes and bottle pills. Elvis tales from Mr Wood. Would any Richard Burton if you could.
The tourists stare at tourist stops. One more picture one more got. Now a top up for a change it makes you think it makes the same. Talking more about yourself there's a mirror to have a check. Cheques are always passing through some depart but a lot come too.
The restaraunt talk of pick your teeth, bite your tongue or chew your meat. Sleep to drink or drink to sleep, one more week and we will meet. We talk of what we haven't done since we departed back a month. We argue while we have to shout. All in all it's nice to be out
Toegevoegd door OptimusPrime op vr 15 aug, 2003 12:30 am