Get your Calvin's on,
show the step ready for its door.
Splash on Paris cliché
and stretch on cotton picked for hunger
so eyes feast
on the wolf howling for moon mountains.
Kill the phone, your lips have pulled,
let your fingers text me, baby.
Each night the movie star
made for radio
plays Simm love
broken at level one.
Wake up! It's the middle of your life.
Find love to haunt.