Copacabana

It seems that I have to declare that I’m back in trouble.
Down again, she told me watch out, you may fall.
But I’m just a busy men I know, I’ve never said I love my car.
I’m not a boor.
She wrote that for me.
She said she hates my everyday when arrives the first spliff of the day.
I offered, can I lick the floor? Gimme forty seconds, not one more.
I said I will do my best, that’s not enough
And she wrote that for me.