1952 - Gemma Ray

Honey, where have you been?

You?

re two shades short of green

I?

ve been drinking Cuba-Libras in the street

Well, we?

ve been here before, picking pennies off the floor

I?

ve been calling -- you don?

t answer the phone anymore

I?

ll break every bone in you

Babe I?

ve been dying to

Ever since 1952

In a bar by the sea in the middle of a dream

When your drunken treasure eyes sunk into mine

Those omega-3 lips, approaching like enemy ships

The coup de grace, Non!

Por favor!

Permisson Senoir!

I?

m barefoot, broken and bruised

I?

m won’t be following you

Been waiting for you to

Ever since 1952

I?

ve waited a long time for them to let me out of here

And if those bullets come rattling

Out your mouth I?

ll grit my teeth and grin and bear it

'Cause I know you?

re like me -- sinking desperately

Arms flailing, were they waving back at me?

I?

m barefoot, broken and blue

Well I?

m through with following you

Been aching for you to

Ever since 1952