Sandy Two

You always try to celebrate, what’s hidden deep inside, beyond ideas of taste, who is it you treat, a far from common cry, when life gets breezy, your lips won’t fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if they could only see, instead of wishing to deny, what makes you be, terrible supplies of opiate, vodka tonics crusty wines, who needs them anyway, try to follow easy, the winter in warm climes, Oceans make you scream, when you choose to rave, forget what’s on the line, or other losing days, this really is your time.