Voices

there are voices
there are faces

there are voiceless faces
in dangerous places

there are scary cases
that fill the pages
of the crime drama gazette

she climbed high in gillette
sharpened my face
and she still likes the taste

when the old spice is right
it’s gonna be a good night

the wind is in her hair
while David is out on a tear

yes I had to go there
should I pretend I don’t care

no more
no way
not today
not that way

the Spirit moves freely
she’ll kiss me and he’ll tease me

sometimes she gonna breeze me
but she always gonna see me

and finally she gives
words to blank pages
and voices to voiceless faces

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