Debutante

Hey girls
Though the winter is lost
To fools who cherish
On these decadent nights
Of Spring I want to walk
Run wild
Move your frames in the dark
The moon desire’s clock
Hey girls
Sexy, drunk in the street
Your racy laughter
Rings so dulcet and fine
On April’s warmest night
Run wild
Move your frames in the street
The moon on Forest Street