MIGHT BE THE WILD ONE
Could be, what the Hell, goes where it wants,
runs the train-tracks' gamut from Easthaven
to Blunting Point and returns back again by
rounding Center Grove. And - all the while -
it's me the flagman notices. Hiding out in the
tobacco car with Jim Weston's pretty daughter,
pulling her down to my level while pulling her
panties down too. Just goes like that always
and ever. Rock rock and clap clop, the train
wheels trundle along, and we keep our rhythm
to that meter. We're really a team now, we are.
Could be, what the Hell, goes where it wants,
runs the train-tracks' gamut from Easthaven
to Blunting Point and returns back again by
rounding Center Grove. And - all the while -
it's me the flagman notices. Hiding out in the
tobacco car with Jim Weston's pretty daughter,
pulling her down to my level while pulling her
panties down too. Just goes like that always
and ever. Rock rock and clap clop, the train
wheels trundle along, and we keep our rhythm
to that meter. We're really a team now, we are.
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