Sandy Two

You always try to calculate, what’s squirrelled safe inside, beyond ideas of waste, who it is you treat, a far from common cry, when life is never breezy, your lips won’t fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if only they could see, instead of wishing to deny, what makes you be, terrible supplies of opiates, vodka tonics crusty wines, who needs them anyway, try to follow easy, the winter in warm climes, Oceans that make you scream, when you choose to rave, can't forego what’s on the line, nor his lordship’s taste, drink Bacardi Lime