Jay

Your smile makes me prance, a fear of being caught, by your smart chit chat, take all the chaff, you show around the course, smoke and look daft, what others have found, singing myself hoarse, is what you call balance, they might just dance, but you rake me worse, with your faded flowers, you hold my hand and ask, is this what we're taught, sip whisky from a flask, tell me forget the past, you know about horses, how to turn them out, why not take a chance, forget whose been bought, come with me to France, those lovely waters.