Maria

Could you love me, would you dare, the way wheels turn, look at me I seethe, is it my long hair, that makes you dream, drunk on glossy magazines, would you care, the nights we went easy, with someone's being, and no one else there, even at fifty three, blowing like steam, your eyes flared, are you ready to believe, I am no has beens, to make you scared, with my new teeth, my nose in the air.