Tina

A map,some perfume please, i'll try to find my way, or merely sign another fee, smoking my Camel Lites, just to hear you say, you want me to be all right, sharp shoes and Lycra fleece, money always tight, your art is a turbulent sea, shadows cup your eyes, do you plan to wait, to ask me the reason why, look at your battered ease, like a pirate fights the tide, heavy, scarred,released, how you hide your pain, somewhere a lover weeps, closer to the flame, your fragrance gently seeps.