The permanent seat is in the kitchen,

You ,half empty your head and upon half empty stomach,

I charge with a careless whisperer,

I let awake my baby who is dearly want a clap,

There is the shadow locked in the cupboard,

I have got patience to stay the night in,

I must give you a helping hand and din,

I am a soul traveller mending the tongue,

about women, about all naked of them,

I am waking your dream as you listen often,

I am with a quirky head putting my eggs in the basket,

and we meet on sullen day of December,

Who was winning? The devil in the head,

Then I recall the famed song and the ReUNION




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