
That scent, like a rose,
From the New Jersey Turnpike.
No-one else knows,
The smile on her face that she looked like.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
My guises like clothes,
Changed for the moment or season.
No-one else knows,
What truths are in the chameleon.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Montesquieu and Anais Nin,
Knocked my door and came right in.
They asked first if I was able,
And left messages on my table.
We dallied a while and spent some time,
It helped us get through the summer.
No distant rainbows broke,
She moved on to play with another.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
That scent, like a rose,
From the New Jersey Turnpike.
No-one else knows,
The smile on her face that she looked like.
My guises like clothes,
Changed for the moment or season.
No-one else knows,
What truths are in the chameleon.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.
Maybe, I didn’t want to name names,
Maybe, we stopped playing games.