Stomping Ground

I enter the glow of the marquis with jack and coke
The murmur of the band inside
Makes my body want to coincide
But the cigarette cloud has drawn me in

Spikey egg white hairdos and all black boots
These streets were our stomping ground
But the bouncer doesn't want us around
My cigarette burns my finger tips

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These streets were our stomping ground
But the bouncer doesn't want us around
My cigarette burns my finger tips
My cigarette burns my finger tips



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Muldowney
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