Kieron

Gone is the time, I stare straight at you, you’re a real dame, you don’t make it easy, to see things through, what is in me, a cashmere coat is fine, to stamp out the blues, but not in July, you don’t do breezy, why disguise the truth, in the way you speak, hard times besides, you won’t suffer fools, to sharpen your mind, shake the car keys, am I your mule, each day’s no Odyssey, I’ll just stand in line, to catch more sad tunes, drink sweet wine, swallow your perfume.