The Nighthawk
I stare at my winged reflection
I stare at my winged reflection
I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me?
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
“I would give you the moon, babe.
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.