You're trekking through muddy waters
feeling those chicago blues;
singing "I can't quit you baby",
as if you believe those words are true.
Take the Summer night in.
She'll be a beautiful stranger soon.
She left you in the dark
but forgot about the moon.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
You're trekking through muddy waters
feeling those chicago blues;
singing "I can't quit you baby",
as if you believe those words are true.
Take the Summer night in.
She'll be a beautiful stranger soon.
She left you in the dark
but forgot about the moon.
(c) Ryan Kane 2020
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