IRC-Galleria

Twirls around and I fall about
in giggles and laughter, oh, the plastered
can't damn help it I'm sorry love.

What's to falling feeling feet
for bouncing round at these streets
they're lonely like you and you are for me
to ask for a dance or two
with a heart of gold
and face so pale
with a second hand dress and
lips of a temptress.