Storm-cloud lips,Hail-stone teeth. To be honest with you,I got a whole heap of cynic brewin’ in me.Maybe it’s me ‘n this here alcoholic passion,I ain’t been one for keepin’ myself from indulgin’,But that don’t mean I ain’t got room for you,Just the opposite. What with your storm-cloud lips,Lightnin’ crick-crackin’ at every tongueflip,Thunder rollin’ between ’em …
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