In the perfumed armpit of town,
Develop a debt now, these people are bricks
Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow
Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
So I stand, still boring and bored
Itching my eye again, against the wall
At the end, at the close,
Would you be good enough to take me home?
I believe it is close to this:
In the perfumed armpit of town, Develop a debt now, these people are bricks Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow Such disappointment when the paper is ripped So I stand, still boring and bored Itching my eye again, against the wall At the end, at the close, Would you be good enough to take me home?
Thanks! Fixed.
Thanks! Fixed.