passion sung
First of a latter fun
No pause in laws to wait

She was the date

Lover and hugger of new view
Relives of style nest in pity new

Call in wall
in a hole
Glow of know it all

Rest in quest on the street
Last bottle to eat

Standing signing up the place
Everquest a taste
Pace in queue

Ripple was too good for you

Sunday at the packer camp

Last of the wine
in lamb skin cap

Never better the kiss made
Sleeping bag
was laid

We were as the saying goes
Up to our neck in hose

Never ever a pain
Still don't know her name

But she was my people
Older than time
She was a lover
Ah never mind

I am drifter
lost in space
Every one else
Knows my face

Singer of sad songs
Lover of some

Always and answer
Mostly gone

In bottle in throttle
Heading down the interstate
Packer flag flying high

Dinners cold and late

She bends over giving me a view
Never had to say a word I knew

She was my people

A smile that was real
Lover of good times
Pour wine and piece of meat
We are the answer
Sport of the street

So on the morning dew
I remember
Well
I think it was you
On sleeping bag
Made for one

We greeted a cop
As your clothes
Were all undone

Sunday at the packer camp
Last of the wine in lambskin cap

Never better the kiss made
Sleeping bag was laid

Shade of what is new
Kiss in place
Of embrace

Who knew

Love in cycle
It was
just you