Today I was good at the city Today I made some money See mommy? Today I kissed a real beauty She was a painting she was glowing She was santa fe and roughed up copper A real wrist-knocker A teenager next to an ash tray Under a grand piano they laid And nostrils flared as they misbehaved David he played us a silent fugue Ears stuffed with flowers while joe joe cruised And duncan stirred though nothing was heard And I thought I saw your face in the fog But it was just the fog O M G The fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold And swelling They put a hard face to soft sleep Pilllooowwwlllly Oh daddy I'm 23(17) Well aren't all we