
Nothing like the smoky bar smell of naughty girls near and far pickled eggs on the counter swirling in a fruit jar strobe sites men in tights another cigarette lights a shot of this a shot of strings that one more three libras attack a penny here a penny there one from behind your ear what it took to get you to smile my dear the turntable spins a record with no end still searching in Hamburg. I'm looking for so i'm done looking here. Whoever can give me the things i want in life and try not to take anything to serious and always try to have an open mind.