Taste - Noaa Rienecker
“I’ll be damned, that’s good!”
Say I
And tell myself a wicked lie
For hardly a drop has crossed the spout
When I a verdict do cry out
It’s not the thing so much, it seems
But the promise,
But the dream.
Say I
And tell myself a wicked lie
For hardly a drop has crossed the spout
When I a verdict do cry out
It’s not the thing so much, it seems
But the promise,
But the dream.