ARE YOU BEACHBODY READY?:
I’m just asking, face in hands, paint stained, doorless.
I’m just drifting, looking for a milder body, roasted curves,
smooth topping, stir & enjoy. Somebody’s waiting at the station,
it’s raining, smoke & steam. Sirens in the street make you
turn around howling. I got to go, I can’t take you with me,
don’t wake up the neighbours when you leave.