she smiles then she laughs and then she rights the wheel on the road again while all you feel are her thighs a man makes a man a man is that the way to kiss a friend she is not she is so kindly meet me under stairs a city skyline just don t care what comes but we should mind that we don t to sound them bells skin thick to tell not sick nor well the air too sweet the nose the feet the ear to see too fool to stop too late blue cop and you are me to wear no clothes to strike no pose no hook no shoes quick eat then home to clean them bones to stick to guts the art of loud too neat too proud no taste no foul the part to keep to yield to beat