The moon was hanging there like a
wide-eyed pickpocket
and I was in a foul-ass mood.
You don't want to blah blah around
with a dragon in a foul-ass mood.
The back and forth sounded to me like
a dribbling mad lib and I'd already had
more than a couple of screwdrivers.
I talked like a magic trick and you
stood like a soft-boiled egg and the stupid moon
just hung there like a wide-eyed pickpocket.
A guilty, wide-eyed pickpocket.
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