Waltzing through the chaos that life’s left for today, Dragging along my battered horn in case she wants to play ‘Scuse me, Ms. Bartender, but I’ve got something to say Ain’t nobody listening to the radio anyway
I don’t need a soapbox, no suit or microphone Just a space to spread the truth wherever I may roam I speak straight from the bottom of a bottle left at home The night is not much easier when you take it on alone
Hear ye, hear ye, gather round to hear a tale Of dreaming big, working hard, but destined still to fail
Shredding that loopy little melody, The craziest cat you ever did see Make you feel so alive, ladies screaming, “Wow boy!” I jump and I jive, cuz I’m a bebop cowboy
i imagine us watching concerts and gigs, enjoying our nights; singing and jumping to our favorite songs, looking and smiling at each other, your arms around me, holding my hand later on, and kissing—i love the idea of you kissing me, baby.
Walked near her slowly, Brushed with hand, breathing slowly, She came closer, shaking, Warm, quite, soft... Her eyes were shing like a moon, They were telling way too much, I've start to play with her with hand, Slowly put her legs apart... Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast, Movement up and down she been waiting for... Then thrill pierced inside of me, And white liquid dripped.. At that moment i felt enravishment, That's how i milked a cow for a first time...