I take my overnight bag
I'm heading to Delta Ville
With my (dispatch box)
I open the briefcase
And I'll forget your thirteen years
In my (dispatch box)

I take my overnight bag
Was our love
Just a futile rod? (Dispatch box)
In the Bronx, there are dream brothels
I'll find a bit of oxygen there (dispatch box)

I take my overnight bag
I missed you but whatever
It is (dispatch box)
I slightly open the briefcase
I only have a foretaste of the clay (dispatch box)

I take my overnight bag
All this turns to vinyl
Alas (dispatch box)
Your boobs, my hot dog, and your flirts
And your drugs, that's enough (dispatch box)

I take my overnight bag
I put Chessman Karyll in it
Because it has its place (dispatch box)
I open the briefcase
As for sex
I've had thirteen out of twelve (dispatch box)

I close my overnight bag
It pisses you off, you shave
Your pubic hair (dispatch box)
Fed up with you
Five years of foreign legion
Could it be (dispatch box)
Worse than you, the stranger?

(Dispatch box)

(Dispatch box)

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