Punch drunk
Bust mouth and fingers
I flattened an african

They said, "win and we'll whack you"
So i break out the back way
Head for the highway and home

Honey-like sunlight
I cant cry for laughing


Now i found you
Feels like
I'll go down

Chill out
Ill come quietly
Wont make

A sound

Sleeping beauties

Ready to shoot me
They got hands full of magnums
Such beautiful shooters

Orchids in their pockets
Teenage mcqueens
And love comes like thunder

Just one tongue in the mouth kiss to wake them
And maybe they'll say. "hey, baby you and me. Hey
Vegas how about all three?"