From the Meadow Mead

From the Meadow Mead to the Porter Court
Up and down those Paris boulevards
Sleeping on living-room-furniture porch
By the railroad tracks and town-y bars

Walked in the joint and I ordered a beer
While some old man felt-up my best girl
Beautifully wrong what was adored
Like an oyster spitting pearls

Then the beer kicked in
I could pretend this isn't where I live
Coerced by the thirst
To do it all over again

Then... the whiskey kicked in
Then... the whiskey kicked in



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Writer(s): Benjamin Scott Enoch, Joseph Charles Garcia
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