I鈥檓 turning tricks,
I鈥檓 getting fixed,
I鈥檓 back on boogie street.
you lose your grip,
and then you slip
into the masterpiece.
and maybe I had miles to drive,
and promises to keep:
you ditch it all to stay alive,
a thousand kisses deep.
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