Marty

Don't blame me for fate, that love doesn't exist, life always comes too late, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, it's not me whose afraid, hey man gimme some change, who is playing this, it'd be a cheek to say, spin before my face, music from the hits, creeps by the door frame, spinning here in this space, like a launderette, waiting for my date, a dancer gyrates, with all the other misfits, have never seen a wage, in any other place, when you figure it, there's always an face, and something missing,