It’s our little secret

Love in a motorcade,
Just an old game we played
Passing the hours
Counting the cars

You’ll be my Monica
I’ll be your Bill
It’s all okay baby
You always will

Snow in Colorado
A flood down the Rio
Out of catastrophe
The tamarisks drink

Really makes you think
Sex was our loaded gun
Out in the sunshine
Nothing’s much fun

Feeling the atrophy
Lotus to consume
You always will leave me
We have to make room

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