Here's a "nickle's worth of free advice"
when half-parting lips to let go
of secret's past--try not to fling them
against a solid wall of brick,
a solid wall of brick,a solid wall of brick
--deflected. old men with paling hairs--
we don't like you, our first inclination is
to reject you--oh yeah you are a bit crotchety
oh yes you are old man winter--frightening white.
You are frigid and yet, expectant.
Let's not let youth move forward.
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick.
Tickle your toes. . .
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