Head Out
Looks that could kill
When I satisfy
All I can take
Feelin' wry
Playin' a fool
In the paradise
I can be strange
You don't have to wait
Lately I've
Looked through the bills
For an alibi
But they won't go
Easy, guy
Maybe you took too much
Now you're dry
And on your own
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If you'd like to know me well
Autor(es): Alexander Brettin