Spill The Bar Onto The Tennis Court
Because There's Enough Space To Run Around,
Isn't That Why Your Wearing Hi-tops
Then Kisschase And Stargaze Away
Until Your Puke Is Found By Morning Joggers
Made From Out Of Work Boilermakers
Sure Say Something About Starlight
That May Be Mistaken For Deep If Said Enough
And We Return With Stolen Jackets
Till Your A Lingerer In Your Room
And Forced To Bed By The Sight Of Walking Suits
Passing By Your Closing Windows
The Morning Will Have You Wondering
Who To Address The Thank You, Sorry Cards To
When The Fear Hits You At Noon
CK
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