Richard with late night lullabies
soft gentle eyes
the friend of my old man
a good time on his night to tend
Richard with the curly locks
stole pictures after the doors locked
together we chased white lines
down dirty rabbit holes
some where in there
we went from friends to foes
Richard with the late night lullabies
soft gentle eyes
your forked tongue was always a miss
on my lips never able to land a kiss
where have the good times gone
what happened to your sweet sad songs
I miss your corduroy pants
and your awkward glance
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