Yanka

Without a Sou or Dime, i don't like who I've been, darkness fills my crimes, I've chewed on bones, when fighting fills the screen, screamed to bring it on, first she leaves good wine, a rug around my knees, who can mess with her designs, but i won't atone, off my face on crazy C, instead gather up the rope, her spirit makes me cry, she's like someone from the sea, every day I think i'll try, I really mean it this time, can't take the third degree, scowl at this special of mine, who laughs at my unease.