Heart Closed City Folk #43
I remember nowcity folk close their heartsup tightrisky frightwalking around bunch of clownsno love to be found.Takes three days away to open your ticker enoughit’s roughI call your bluffjust afraidold painnothing sane.Too bad so sadcould have been radoh welljust as wellwe never fellstill bruisedstill sorestill want you more. Day Gun