Eyebrows drawn on by pencils
A cert chases her menthol
I bet she melts like a candle when
She's caught out in the rain
Damaged capillaries
Caused by to many greyhounds
His porus grapefruit-like skin
Sure holds a permanent glow
On the rocks or just straight up this bartender here he's got a heart of gold
A thick dust layer on the bell announces a place where heroes seldom show
Stetson tongue sucks his bridge work
Between goldfishing his highball
He slowly descends upon sea legs
I guess it's time to go
Writer(s): C. Brady
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