Mel

Do you throw away the years, everything becomes dust, the laughs and happy tears, life wears no crown, for those you never trust, in these Ocean towns, I arrive like the deer, with a smell of musk, withstand their leers, all their bounds, spinning pennies in the dust, I always hold my ground, what brings me here, shielding from their lust, a woman crystal clear, no smarter than the charm, hides the fact she’s bust, even if I’m down, blow flames across my fear, share bad jokes and butts, grace of those who reappear, somewhere is a must.