Oaklyn

Forget that you're better, those who try to kid, would they stay together, the Fleet's here to booze, off their foreign trips. and there's more good news, love is by request, where you laugh and skip, plenty of time to rest, no time for Tuesday's Blues, rolling off your hips, more a pause for truth, forget any easy duress, giving men the slip, anchors weigh on their chest, wearing your shiny shoes, kissing your finger tips, Juke Box plays your tune, could you be any lesser, wonder if stripped, you still read his letters, wise in what you miss ?