Deep despair on lonely nights, he knows just how you feel.

The sly is rhymes, the shopping suits, and miracles.

made real Like a bloody night on a hot, sweet night You know you're right just to hold that tight You see sit right, makes it out of sight And everything's good in the world tonight When smoking sings I hear violins, One talking teas I forget everything.

As she's dancing the things as she's spreading.

the wings, the blood don't let slip, but the back don't eat rings.

And slow kissing, kissings.