An Enchanting Evening Hang the moon in an apple tree, Glue folio stars on a blackboard, For tonight I'm in the mood for Drinking red wine and dance big Holes in my woollen socks. If I don't get too pissed and end Up in a whorehouse, I might Meet you sitting quietly in a bar Coaxing a jukebox into playing Sighing records. Dance till the barman throws us Out, walk home as the moon is Handed over to China's night and See the sun arise over the slagheap The town's people call a mountain.Birth sign: Scorpio
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