"Those two are funky geni!"
They revel in their comp
They watch as somethin' new
Begins,
Each dollar bill,
Below the belt..
The winds of change,
Entitle them
To Tinseltown sublime,
She said,"pleased to meet you,
...like this train, always runnin',
behind the time..."
But finally,
The flawless life,
And nothin', nothin', masquerade
"I caught you in the middle, girl,"