Tracy

Your satin stringed tambourine, knows just how to send, prayers upon its wings, they ask me what i'd like, but i'm not your stipend, and you won't tell me lies, with someone else to see, don't make this a trend, you'll regret what i can be, forget the darling moonlight, i'll burn money without end, if it doesn't feel right, these twisted ballet scenes, i'll quarry you deep and send, you clattering to my knees, with all your tattered dreams, i'll mix you like a blend, call me your best friend, drag me into such schemes ?