All right. Just something I picked up. A knack of going along nwith someone else's song, putting myself into it. It evolved from nLilly Marlang, Marlang Dietritch, not one of my favorite people but, nthat's where it came from. nnHe's got three for the price of one. nNothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use. nI've changed the locks nand you can't have one. nYou, you know the other two. nnThe brakes have worn so thin that you could hear; nI hear them screeching through the door from our driveway. nHey love, look into your glove-box heart. nWhat is there for me inside? This love is tired. nI've changed the locks. Have I misplaced you? nHave we lost our minds? nWill this never end? nIt could depend on your take. nnYou. Me. We used to be on fire. nIf keys are all that stand between, nCan I throw in the ring? nNo gasoline. nJust fuck me kitten. nYou are wild and I'm in your possession. nNothing's free so, fuck me kitten. nnI'm in your possession. nSo, fuck me kitten.