Drunken Rambling

Drunken Rambling

Wow! I'm sick of sound! So many ramblings in and out. No moment to soon. Laughing at the tide, taunting a reckless moon. So many souls about haunting each groove. Some sing Some dance All by oneself in a lonely corner hand across bottle looking down All alone counting to oneself, you stop and say hi Just a glare no reply. No I'm not looking for a party, not tonight, What's the matter baby It's not your fight Go on have a good night. F*****g Rookies Tramp to lay wouldn't understand anything I had to say Just as lonely, looking for someone to play. She went away but I sent her a drink. Oh the things a woman could say, knows exactly how to get her way. Sorry no kiss and tell I would hate for you to have to yell