Oh well, just another hard time band
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
It's an old romance, a boho dance
The cleanest grease was in my jeans
caught a little lace along
And you are in the parking lot,
Inscribed on your contempt
Just as in steps outside the boho dance
They have a fascination for me
Camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind the blinded potted
An d finds a lady in a Paris dress
You read those books where luxury
comes as a guest to take a slave
Coal like virgins to the grave
Don't you get sensitive on me
Cause I know you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the bow,
Like a priest in pornographic watch
Looking long in on the sly
Sure, it's stricken from your uniform
But you just can't get it out
Nothing is capsulized in me
The strings were never really mine,
not mine, those glamour gowns
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