Punch drunk

Bust mouth and fingers

I flattened an african

They said, "win and we'll whack you"

So i break out the back way

Head for the highway and home

Honey-like sunlight

I cant cry for laughing



Now i found you

Feels like

I'll go down

Chill out

Ill come quietly

Wont make

A sound



Sleeping beauties

Ready to shoot me

They got hands full of magnums

Such beautiful shooters

Orchids in their pockets

Teenage mcqueens

And love comes like thunder

Just one tongue in the mouth kiss to wake them

And maybe they'll say. "hey, baby you and me. Hey

Vegas how about all three?"