Thursdays Bring the drugs I’ll get the beer Come over I’ll be here I want to feel up my solitude with you We can go out We can eat something Talk about people Who don’t mean anything I want to feel up my solitude with you There’s nothing tricky about it You don’t have to move around Be in the know or even Have something to think about I want to feel up my solitude with you there’s nothing sexy about it there’s nothing sexy about it
Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx