Carry On Our Marry Way

We carry on our marry way Tomorrow is a new day and stop to say, "There goes summer," watch the girls walk with dogs catching fleas with mortgages not paid, and there goes the maid cleans house with jewelry in her pockets, Tip-Toe across the market and into the square, and watch the strippers dance in pairs. Tears roll down the street as happiness goes to meet someone as tip-toe boys go softly through dusk streets on a Friday night, they all sit front row to see the fight. The girls are tight, with short mini skirt delight, I like... and I write about them... they get me drunk and I feed them with life.