P.Righini, 2025
She sat alone, inside that bar. Smoke in her hands, dreams in a jar.
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Perfect rings were fading high — I watched her move, and lost my sky.
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How much can a man bet on joy? Love’s the game he can’t destroy. One soft touch, one quiet thrill — you break my heart, and bend my will.
The clock still ticks, the world stands still. Forgiveness breathes, against my will.
What more could I ask for, love? Cigarettes, Coke, and a touch above. Just think it through… Cigarettes — Coke — and you.