Strange Wine

Stranger said «I'll buy that hat»
I told him «It's not for sale»
You can’t price the sentiment
Why do dogs chase their tails?
Drunk on strange wine
Street people are savage, down on the scene
Peaches and cream and everything obscene
I wander around, I’m reeling
Sirens' noise in my ears
My face up to the rain
Kisses away my tears