At the creek or up the creek? no need to speak of paddles.
she wears a mask of purity and defies me to defile it,

while waiting I grow a beard, all the rage on Elizabeth's stage and after all aren't we all actors?

Beauty spots for places and faces and graces the fairest of them, men **** at will for the chance to live well not knowing the well's running dry.

Under the hood of a Charing Cross sky where the beggarmen cry, 'alms for the poor guv'
I fell in love with a dream that was mine,
over a period of time I have thought about this and wondered what did I
if anything miss

never happier and reflected in your eyes
a blue much bluer than the bluest of skies.

At the creek or up the creek no need to speak when a kiss says it all.