Flavours

There was a red light coughin' up a room of blood. And there were forecast seven inches of snow. And there were two tunes playing in my head at once. Arguing guitar and drums. There was a lover standing by her bed. With a cigarette burning on her hand. And there were moonbeams playing on her porcelain flesh. A capi ero alousca. Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues. You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to. Even within my youth I denied I wanted to. You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to. There was a red Mayan parrot pulling chicken legs. And there were weak spots only she could detect. And as I rolled over to block the last ray of sun. In emergency all over the show. There was a blue light the other side of the globe. And there were four cats stretching out their claws. And there were two lovers separated by the telephone. Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues. You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to. Even within my youth I denied I wanted to. 'Cause you were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to. Your flavors are getting to.

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