the dust from a four-day affair is now landing

all over the floor and your brown legs

the gold-plated legs of my rival

whose eyes had no reason to fall



you led no celibate life

no skirt while chemicals danced on your head

you stole the keys to this ride

and your fables are falling tonight



because of your struggle to make them

their taste for your past time is fading

remember the girls in the middle

are always the first to fall off



you'll learn to live like a mouse

searching the cracks in the floor to remember

all the dregs in the crowd you barely recall



you led no celibate life

no skirt while chemicals danced on your head

you stole the keys to this ride

and your fables are falling tonight

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