**The hot wind's soaring and I can't rhyme
dastardly pedestrians stare from time to time.
It's a beautiful conundrum- this madness.
As I stand here now, in your old address.**
**The hot wind's soaring and I can't rhyme
dastardly pedestrians stare from time to time.
It's a beautiful conundrum- this madness.
As I stand here now, in your old address.**
