Take to the road
the call came in
We were ready to begin
and if it still seems like a sin
imagine what it may forebode
Gather up your pearls
protect them from the swilling swine
I swore to God I’d make them mine
and that I’d one day taste that wine
and twine my fingers through her curls
the day’s begun
we’re on the road and going fast
sailing as it were full mast
and when all hope of reason’s past
we’ll blast by you at a dead run
what
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