The Glove Shop

by Ridge   Sep 6, 2021


Off the high-way, meet me at the glove shop
Where police relax their prostitution pick-ups
Recreate some space and disappear out of sight
You know my favorite weather is rain spiked with sunshine
I‘m an easygoing boy who got dumped by his girlfriend, looking for a hot blond venus

The sweetest flower that grows in the Amazon jungle
Let’s go rent a movie with Margo Jones
A great heroine and a mediocre character
Let’s get down on each other back like we’re twenty four

I travel the time curve to search if you’re there
I draw your shade to imagine your presence
I call you home but you’re not there
I wander down the watershed of despair

My energy feeds off your body dress
I wash my sins in the Pacific
The southern warmth dimes my appetite
Till her breath exhausts the steam of my speedboat

A summer season that offers the same retrain
The anchorage is flooded I need a river change
My eyes widen to a different light
I’m a pantin animal stuck in a chain reaction

I’m cooled off from your sensual evaporation

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