Exposition

There's something about her A fleeting feeling that grows within When our eyes are no longer strangers. A place in the city, where everyone goes to see and feel They are not alone. We took the bus, and watched the view; Our bodies aching to be true. My blood pumping in my veins. I felt older than a tree. Wise words, kind words and nothing free. You thought it was nice, you let everyone inside. Everybody talks about a Mambo sun. Black lips. red teeth. lipstick murder Oh! Let me see you love. I am older, I can't be? A bottle of liquor no surprise, you see. Wise words, kind words and nothing free. You thought it was nice, to let everyone inside Playful and lovin' – A life worth livin' (Fuck it)