Faces like angels, licking our fingertips We don't have the patience to deal with it With battered bodies & puckered lips We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
Nearly added another deer to my kill score tonight.
..at least, I think it was a deer. Almost looked like a dog though. Locked 'em up and got sideways avoiding the damn thing. I'ma go stripe hunting tomorrow.