You’ve got to get in there
& never beat around the bush
My love is intense
I’m going to whisper intensions
While groping your tush
You’ve Got To Get In There
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Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams
Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to polka dotted shirts & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull
Thanksgiving Mix-Up
The Sun Shines
The sun shines
Upon the loneliest ship
A confession in the wind
Grabbing life by the hips
Oh, How I Want To Be Your Loofah
Oh, how I want to be your loofah
I want to get into your nooks & crannies
I’m gonna love you forever, Woman
C’mere, let me grab ahold of that fanny
Captain Q 