Wind at my back. Face in the sun. All my big ideas done. Big River! Rolling! Listen to a sea shell. You can hear the sea. Listen to a beer glass. That river belongs to me. Big River! Rolling! T
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow. Dolce crop top, my play close down. Those Cline wedges are way downtown. Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down. Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out.
Down on Cyprus Avenue. With a childlike vision leaping into view. Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe. Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George. Marching with the soldier boy behind. He's much olde
Yesterday I was a bum and broke. Today I am a star and broke. In this town that's called progress. That's how we do biz I've been rich and I've been poor. Rich was better, totally better. Require
I journeyed to the North. To hear what the preacher said. "Your arms are too short to box with God. Learn these words instead". Gold tooth reflecting. My advice is free. There's a trick to Chris