THSM

Well I fell out of love just a while ago when The Lord above said it’s a one man show
My red hot kisses under mistletoe are on the yellow brick road with more miles to go

Well pack it on up now, time to swing low; New York, West Broadway in Soho
With a pocket full of pistol hung like a gigolo, let me count the ways in which the mood is indigo:

Got 1 for the other on a 2 way street, 3 sheets to the wind the 4 horsemen greet at the 5 o’clock shadow where they call deep 6, a half a dozen of the other got the 7 year itch, 8 days a week and 9 lives to give, 11 hours and the clock strikes 12 you live, without the 10 that you found all you got is one lost and maybe then it’s better that you never know the cost…

Comes a time when the things you might recall are lost and found at the office down the hall, if the shit don’t boot then it’s time to reinstall but the easy way out is not to feel at all…