if time itself was his demeanor, there'd be no sunlight or a glimmer.
sunlight landin' on the streets,
sunsuit girls must be discreet.
sunsuit girls must be discreet, nursing their fathers locked inside. they masqueraded as his bride.
the slump by the courthouse with windburn skin, that man could give a fuck about the grin on your face as you walk by, randy as a goat.
he's sleepin' on papers when he'd be warm in your coat.
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