He shook his utterly abled head, dreaded the very next day
The whiskey was working overtime, that atop freeze-frame bouts of wine
Burn that goddamn candle, Rockefeller
Set fire to the whole goddamn procedure
One cigarette-stained and ill-equipped touch of these flamed lips at a harrowing time
You may well have earned it but, nonetheless, no-one deserves the utter fall from grace
The very next day
Helps to have an American beauty sit it out upon your disheveled face, no doubt
What we all crave to this very same day
Now, dust yourself right off, get ready to play all over again
She – your victim, this life your heavenly sent playpen

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