It's not the money or the feelings about how we feel desert Ed.
It's our kisses instead.
We can't stop or we pop.
I love doin the dishes, vacuuming or hittin the mop.
Whether your LGBT the butch or not.
Disabled anger full of snot.
Poor near homeless drinking and druggin hit-tin the spot.
Or if your'e old starting to rot.
Whether or not we will be kissin...
It's the desert for you and me too. Pride the good and the bad. I mean " God!"
About the hell it became throughout desert Ed. History.
Send us out there with cactuses.
Without nature to see.
Nothing was free.
I tell you it's still the same in less fortunate places.
With different races.
Whether or not we will be kissin....
All I'll say is I'm sure a mix of the desert getting old.
Who? What? Why? Where? How? Fold.
Lamps or candles sold?
I don't believe it. I already knew it was a story told.
It's who Don't fit the mold.
Yeah well we will be kissin.