didn't mean to kiss yer girl , didn't mean to light her loins , didn't mean for the smoking gun of dusk to end but that bastard caught flame quicker than her lip caught mine that bastard burnt two images right through my brain kid they intrude on my vision in sequence like that smouldering wheel stuck hard in its revolution took the water shot but it was rigged kid rigged big we threw bricks even the girls tried the heavy lift but yer gal got the burn in her eyes and took the steeplechase for one last ride coney honey baby she was yours down to the last ember - that dame was lit for you. 070413