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- All dressed up for San Francisco
She's got spider web hair
And a skin like see through jelly
With a, a porcelain stare
That moves the walls of my belly
But she used to have a Cherub's glow
That lit a lamp gas nose
Her eyes were full of hot wine
- All To Myself
I'd start with the boys that hang
at the pier
like bats in the night, get tangled
in your hair
I'd take away the weekend
shoreleave lovers
that flood the ports with drunken
tales of far away