ain’t this life just precious? and doesn’t the world agree? the world says I’m your hook up that doesn’t bother me love me or loathe me I’ve never been strung out or lost my shape for love I don’t sing the blues I just show the way you may have disgraced me with a dirty back hander but I don’t seem to care what am I? some kinda wet leg? an insect you brushed off? are you still hooked up with your TV
set? have you seen me yet? let’s avoid the inevitable and fix some drinks I’ll have a long one death on the rocks I’m there in a heartbeat you’ll have me buckled down behind your baby blues so join me now young hearts beat fast but old hearts know what’s going on
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