Roberto Three

Wouldn't it be great, to slip like fallen snow, into soothing rain, say it's not a ruse, that fatal one night gone, ask what's the use, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, mumble how we’ll pay, forget our dangled blues, or the need to show, we’re ready for the duel, always walk in state, spit upon the loans, celebrate what remains, we can never lose, won't say we’re let down, it's only what we do, your hands with rings oblate, cafe's where flowers grow, champagne cognac to chase, it's all ours to blow.