Old Movies
do yo know I tattooed fred gwynne before its last movie
a great soul not afraid to come in my world
he bought my arts as I had a great eye but the tattoo was free
and rescued brooklyn beer as the city went dark a summer night
for the rescue
her husband sold the company five millions years ago
and sent her son to teach him a thing or two
but all she knew that night was to come to my bar for a ride to brooklyn
we walk a bridge with thousand souls and waved a car
until we could jump in mine and dare to drive her with no red light
dropped her on president street thank you it was a ride
and geena davis was there at their wedding and we hugged
for an oscar
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