Judy

Take me to the train, it's my turn to speak, listen to that rain, you'll see a sunlit avenue, not a roof that leaks, free from all bad news, thats whewre I want to play, far from this house of geeks, Paris, Marseilles, we'll be there soon, from this bed that creaks, astray from hostal rooms, somewhere sunny opaque, without crazy freaks, midnight come out to play, you'll see me bloom, with inner feelings, if you sing these tunes, just spin me away, love turns at ninety degrees, then you'll hear me say, I'll drink the sea.