she's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane - the man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots - lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime - a soap impression of his wife wich he ate and donated to the national trust -

cara, esses versos são pura poesia. puxa vida.

ouça aqui a música (midi! yay!) ou leia sobre esta pedra notável da história do rock 'n roll! =)