Sunday, July 4, 2010

Toast.



















Who lives their life like a miner at night,
digging for diamonds in bars full of flies?
Who spends their time prospecting at night?
Panning for gold but finding no sign.
Seems everyone's searching where nobody sleeps,
but the love that they're selling
it sure don't come cheap,
like in The Old Days.
So
pour me another, we'll toast our
Past Lovers TM, back in the Old Days.

When they fell for your charms - a lover on each arm -
back in The Old Days

But now

the Love of Your Life TM, my friend,

they ain't comin' tonight.

Not like in

The Old Days.

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