Porches - Fog Dog lyrics

Today i was good at the city Today i made some money See mommy? Today i kissed a real beauty She was a painting she was glowing She was santa fe and roughed up copper A real wrist-knocker A teenager next to an ash tray Under a grand piano they laid And nostrils flared as they misbehaved David he played us a silent fugue Ears stuffed with flowers while joejoe cruised And duncan stirred though nothing was heard And i thought i saw your face in the fog But it was just the fog O m g The fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold And swelling They put a hard face to soft sleep PILLLOOOWWWLLLLY O daddy I'm 23(17) Well aren't all we