Franzi

Yes, go on, watch me dance, you know about horses, but never how to ask, what you do with lovers, let them run the course, it's no worse than others, you smoke in a trance, see me sing myself hoarse, talk of an interesting past, dark glasses blue clothes, you always played the form, a face parlez vous morose, in your life on the Bourse, gates always ready to force golden hands for balance, this is no racing romance, love doesn't take that form, rake over what is past, can you bet some more ?