Peter is far from a saint
But he knows just what he ain’t
He read my palms
down on Avenue A
And all the lines in my hand
Read by this
seventy something
or other man
He claims,
revealed more
than the stars
He had the balls
to ever say
We got a couples massage
A cigarette down by the park
He tells me smoking always
Makes him feel young
He read a poem to the wind
As we discussed our
Former sins
And we forgave each other
for every single one
He told me if I were
10 years younger
how good we
Would be
And I neglected
to inform him
That would make me 13
He said
“Agree to disagree”
Peter is far from a saint
He makes a lovely teammate
And all my wiseacre ways
Never rub him wrong
He told me
“Being apart is fine
As long as you
find the art”
So I gave him my heart
With this song
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