Long and lonely,winter night.

Long and lonely,winter night.
Dim and cold,street lamp.
Warm and tight,v store in our own shell.
What a joicy and sweet lips.
Wipe all the restless dream comes and goes.
Here v r,safe and sound,wid our lips around the neck of the beer bottle.
Gonna be a restless night again.
Somehow.
End of the restless desert gonna be the expetation of a place where we finally recapture the good time passed.where you cn see the naughty gal wid holla on her waist and the boy kicks the enpty coca can wid his hands in a deep pocket..