Fuck
Glass Charms
her charms belie a painful pasther throat is dry she lifts her glassof whiskey rye too fast to drink the last few drops roll down her cheek and she laughs and wipes her mouth for me for meher looks should be in magazines walking and talking like a movie queen then there's that which she calls "not for me" and she knows the life that she let go for me yeah she knowsthe life that she let go for meand her glass never said to me "i'll drink to that"no her glass never said to me "i'll drink to that" and she laughs and raises up her glass
From Letras Mania