Roulette

(One, two) The college years were lean, well Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love And if I stay much longer My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now A Motorola coma Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl At the dormitory You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl And I feel your face getting wet Like the color red of roulette And I place my losing bet On your side And I see your eyes of regret But you gave as good as you get Like a Massachusetts threat Running wild A pair of dirty jeans, well You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good Laying on your mattress A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now Hall & Oates were singing The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl And elevator's closing Hard to hide when love is so exposing And I feel your face getting wet Like the color red of roulette And I place my losing bet On your side And I see your eyes of regret But you gave as good as you get Like a Massachusetts threat Running wild When I drove her to Villanova Light me up when you decide The stark aroma of your Tacoma A tiny box where we reside A battle tested, a life invested Duly noted and denied A fully loaded, space encoded A quiet night out in the sky Your stack of lies was daunting A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now A talking psycho killer Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now Conspiracy's a theory I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah She act like Marlon Brando Born online inside the San Fernando