She smiles then she laughs and then
She rights the wheel on the road again
While all you feel are her thighs

A man makes a man a man
Is that the way to kiss a friend?
She is not, she is so kindly
Meet me under stairs
A city skyline just don't care
What comes but we should mind that we don't

To sound them bells
Skin thick to tell
Not sick nor well
The air too sweet
The nose the feet
The ear to see
Too fool to stop
Too late blue cop
And you are me
To wear no clothes
To strike no pose
No hook no shoes
Quick eat then home
To clean them bones
To stick to guts
The art Of loud
Too neat Too proud
No taste no foul
The part to keep
To yield to beat