05 janeiro, 2022

....."Saw you stretched out in room ten o nine, 
With a smile on your face and the tears right in your eye, 
Could not seem to get a line on you, my sweet honey love; 
And Berber jewelry jangling down the street, 
Making bloodshot eyes at every woman that you meet, 
Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love; 
May the good Lord shine a light on you, 
Make every song you sing your favorite tune, 
May the good Lord shine a light on you, 
Warm like the evening sun; 
And you're drunk in the alley with your clothes all torn, 
And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn, 
Just seemed too many flies on you, 
I just can't brush them off; 
And the angels beating all their wings in time, 
With a smile on their face and a gleam right in their eyes, 
Could not seem to get a high on you, 
Come on up now, come on up now, come on up...".....

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