The sound was born with brown, flow of dust, grey hair

Not a chill to the wind about a lippin' to the air

From the other direction she was cold and run

Nicked me in a new shirt but I might as well try

But as well try

She had a ring, saw the crinkers and bells on her shoes

Had I knew without askin' she was into the moves

She was calling for gondias, tucked into her clothes

I knew right away she was not like the girls or the girls

In the thick dead evening when the needle got rough

She was too packed to open and too cool to run

As I picked up my bad shoes, it was close in the door

I had one of those last year, so I'd been there before the window

But I ain't up back but I've never been born

Celeb's too tough to win, doesn't the song

Once in a while you get your own light and the strangest of faces

You'll get no good at pride

The rain's coming from the way she moves

All contract illegal blessings

Forego

Ryan would hurt him

All right, I'm recording.

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