Erica

Your eyes are never chaste, in rooms where no one goes, champagne cognac keeps us late, forget how much we blew, we always need to show, we’re beyond bad news, always on the make, paying off the loans, fiddle what remains, we never seem to rue, who we have let down, it’s not part of us, won’t worry about the gain, at supper hide our groans, say it’s all a pain wouldn't it be great, to live our life abroad, throw out all the flakes, live it as we go.