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Aug 2014
looking good in my leisure suit
like i should be sipping martini's in some classy bar
like i should be flyin first class
looking like i got the cash to get unstuck
but a miami sun gonna melt my snowbunny **** for sure
down here with some human fleas
and desperado's with sweaty smiles
could use a hand
hell i could use a truckload of hands
if ya got one to spare

by the time the bill came due
i was sitting on the beach barefoot and broke
no idea how i got there
last thing i remember was some sweet honey
and her warm hands on my wallet
burning the candle at all three ends now
running low on escape plans
could pay you in sand
got a bucket full
this is one sad tale
never thought would happen to a stlyin' prince like me
never saw this comin when i laid down with the lions

never know where your day gonna take ya
sold my guitar
never could play the **** thing anyway
keep slipping outa tune like the rest of my life
sold my fine china set
my pretty bride hopped a greyhound
headed back to the frozen wastelands
thats ok...the cold suits her ice cube heart
sold my chess set
cause i got played like a pawn enough for one day

look at me now
standing here in the tattered remains
and it shouldn't be a surprise i feel liberated
feel like dancing and raising hell
aint got me weighing me down
who the hell wears leisure suits anyway

sometimes you gotta fall all the way down the rabbit hole
to find the only thing your hiding from
is yourself
here...have a bucket of sand and a pair of flip flops...
you'll get used to getting slowly fried in the tropical sun
and mosquito's the size of a bus
good for the soul is what she tells me
good for the soul
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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