Stevie Three

My eyes shine dominate, in rooms where flowers grow, champagne cognac women to chase, wads of cash we blew, still the need to know, keeps us from the news, we’re always just too late, picking up the ‘phone, to live with what remains, we never seem to use, how we spent the dough, it’s no longer our perfume, why worry about the grains, at supper chide the groans, whistle off our pain, say it’s all a ruse, dreams have gone and flown, so much a taste of you, show them that we're great, live our life and show, how to embellish the tales, take them on the road.