Tonight I think I'll go eat at Botticellis
I think I'll swing by and pick up Michelangelo
Well drink some wine with our girl Sabrina
Then we'll start dancing and drinking, you know
Oh tonight I'll be heading out into the darkness
Find me an angel to paint in the Sky
Hanging around somewhere with Pablo Picasso
Baby baby we just sit there and cry
Beautiful bluebirds passing yonder
I see a beautiful woman dressed in Red
In the morning I was reading Geoffrey Chaucer
He reminded me of what the first God said
Way out there in the Atlantic
The water so fine so cold and blue
I'm going deep down I'm disappearing
And I'm singing this song all for you
Monday, August 7, 2017
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