©2008 David Moody
Blowing smoke
Blowing smoke up my aspirations
Kissing up
Kissing up there where it hurts
Looking out
I was looking out for some kind of inspiration
And I need a vacation
But I can’t even afford a couple of shirts
I like your shirt
And the way you’re wearing it
And what’s inside
And the way you carry it
I like your poison charm
And your natural style
You’re a broken fire alarm
With a multi-million dollar smile
But I’m just blowing smoke
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