Reckless Conversations Rondine

Our unsung slurs fill the night air, blurred words become a make out song; All the careless talk was too strong; Your hands like flowers in my hair I feel just like a millionaire; Here and now is where I belong, our unsung slurs; Reckless conversations declare what we have denied all along; Star crossed and so very headstrong; It’s like cuss words mixed with fanfare, our unsung slurs.