Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, I wanted to be alone, not see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you are an angel, I didn't have a clue, you became my sage, arranged all the loans, brought me back anew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I didn’t think of you, only what a waste, that she's gone, lost all she gave us, done, then you began to play, all my successful tunes, now it’s a different rage, another costume.