Fog dog

Today I was good at the city
Today I made some money
See mommy?

Today I kissed a real beauty
She was a painting she was glowing
She was santa fe and roughed up copper
A real wrist-knocker

A teenager next to an ash tray
Under a grand piano they laid
And nostrils flared as they misbehaved

David he played us a silent fugue
Ears stuffed with flowers while joe joe cruised
And duncan stirred though nothing was heard

And I thought I saw your face in the fog
But it was just the fog
O M G

The fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold
And swelling
They put a hard face to soft sleep
Pilllooowwwlllly
Oh daddy
I'm 23(17)
Well aren't all we