Simple thoughts open mind
Simple thoughts, open mind
Chicago's over ride
I grab the pitch and feel desire
between her lips and summer vibes
"Giv'me a Chair to a "bel air"
Where I could bring a bit of stare
Within a glass of Ballantines
flows, shows and bungalows"
I feel my blues, goin' on the groove
Leaving my charged and desperate mind
Flying on my fine shiny divine
I could abuse, and quit my use
Shade on her, but nothing to loose
I over felt and a big hard shake,
As she ribbed, abused and screamed my name
No control by devotion
I've possibly been under estimated
Too much shake and vibrated,
didn't ask for a fifth half sky
She already had fourth of the seventh
SdH
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