Leone

You stamp the tar, never bring good news, even with your car, the tip of your tones, bears messages from a few, lovers never dine alone, they don’t cross the arc, nor makes excuses, right from the off, who needs gall stones, someone says they knew, the way things will go, now it's gone too far, lipstick, the jeans you use, has anyone a heart. splutter down the ‘phone, rage like a fallen star, laugh at this fandango, smoke a Lucky Star.