My man and I
with the lights of the city at our feet
jump out of the car
maybe we are frozen but something's
melting down inside...
We'd like to fuck so much
but it seems to be a holy place
so we just make love
until we are broken
There's no future
only joints and laughter, sweaty skins
not even past
only the radio playing that old fashioned song
steamed-up glasses around...
Lying on the back seat
is an easy way to take that trip
wanna be always like this
horny monkeys under the trees
(what a feeling)
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