Not afraid to walk the streets in winter She comes to my town, just to, complain in a while. I try so hard to make her smile. The taste of pepperment and blood in a splinter. It turned her on and. It turned me on. I was moving til her body couldn't feel. And you fit her. Oh, the girl is like a rolling stone. I've been down the coldest coasts. Sitting on a parkbench. To one of my aparments. I vow for sure. That she will be comming back for more.