Forty Nine

Her lips twist like knives, she is not forgiving, her eyes dance river wide, what else is new, bites me when she's sinning, on trips to secret venues, my mother says keep wise, she'll make you do the living, many a tortured night, no love runs smooth, a tobacco blonde full of lies, maybe it's true, maybe she's right, fresh alive and swimming, sunlight, water, sky, she takes the whole crew, laughter's for the living, her nails are bright blue, kicks water at the tide, her fame belongs to winning, hails me with that smile, is this our beginning ?