Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn

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Dreams Of Pretty Dancing Girls

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Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal

I’m Enthralled By The Details Under Your Dress

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I’m enthralled by the details under your dress
I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose
I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress
Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed

Once Again Fog Hides The City Away

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Once again fog hides the City away

No worries about being burnt by the sun

Another beautiful morning by the Bay

My legs have grown tired, I can no longer run

I need to rest down by the docks

I’m here to start a new life by the coast

No longer shall live life by the clocks

Life in the desert was only tolerable at most

I’m looking for a woman with golden hair

I wish to rest my head where I no longer weep

She said she’d be waiting out there

Will I ever get any of that peaceful sleep

Every Day I’m Working On My Soul

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Every day I’m working on my soul
Trial & error to recover the purity of this heart
I’m not always proud of my checkered past
But the moments aren’t offered a la carte
I need to keep moving in spite of failures
Keep my legs churning until the sun shines
One day I will succeed in my own eyes
Wherever I go, I take a hope & love of mine

Such Excitement Running From The Docks

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Such excitement running from the docks
Looking for hookers & a cold beer
Neon & painfully loud music
Sorry buddy, I can’t remain here
I need to get out & stretch my legs
Of course I’ll take another drink
My morals can’t be washed by the sea
Your life, you do what you think