Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... CRY Me a River.
CRY ME A river, CRY me a river< BABE, somethin ya gotta DO, Boy, Girl, GROWN MAN, Lady or U.
CRY me a FLOOD. Make it sweet and Gentle, make it ALL U meant it to BE.
Just for U.
WOTCHA GET for your SINS, a Ring-a-ding-ding, dem SHARKS, dem fins, that circle your Conscience... Is there a Butterfly sky that can KEEP asking WHY that will absolve U of all of your Diablo!
I should know. Took out a Boog-aloo policy, back in New York, back in the Day when it SEEMED so Rockstar, that SONG I wrote, expecting IT to take me SO far.
CRY ME a NOAH, cry me a Kharma Cove, somewhere, someplace, we bask our little feet and small waves tap-tap-tap...
c2019,davedelacroix. cornwall. u.k. Little rich boy happy at last.
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