This afternoon I am going to Mansfield.
Dying by inches every night—
What a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches to recite—
What a glamorous life!
still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
Dying by inches every night—
What a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches to recite—
What a glamorous life!
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