He started writing ghost lines most nights traversing spacetime bass bump baseline last child on the grind caught an eye suited up nice tie shoe shined climb the vine he divine aged cheese grab the wine I'm alright she fine call her feline in the meantime put it in the scheme rhyme in it for the long drive she dolled up in the mirror drawing lines long nails finding comfort in the stall at the dive sociable with the keys in the clench white girl is her best friend paying hotel rent white nose white lips make the guest list for a bit falling on hard times climbing cliffs rocks hit you heavy when you space lift cash from your big tits and ya rubber dick she go both ways she dont give a shit at the window from a distance i used to love the chick