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Sexsmith Ron Late Bloomer

Sipping on a black Dakota pint The joint is jumping on a Sunday night But then something wicked this way comes Sticking out like two sore thumbs Eye

Heavenly sunrise Welcoming our day It's a heavenly love That you and I survey The morning wears her Golden autumn dress It's a heavenly love That you

without selling my soul That everyone might know that I'm a late bloomer From a turntable to a phone From a revolution to a ring tone I'm a late bloomer

In every nowhere town There are somewhere dreams Patiently holding out To grab the brass ring To see their dream come true Sends a spark through dark

I've been burning the candle at both ends Running myself more ragged than a Raggedy Ann I couldn't read the writing on the wall until I hit that wall

Whistling over trestles And past the graveyard sign We cast our wayward line Inside a wishing well We've just a wish and an empty vessel A hole to fill