You accuse me of fancy talk
When i'm just trying to find my words
You've got a funny way of saying my name
Like I just ripped it off
These whiskey tango ghosts
Won't leave us alone
But you are too polite to complain

Of the art of speaking plain
I haven't gathered a thing
While I know we're dug in deep here
Why can't we live high with the wind

You're just a freckle away from changing everything
I'll make this easy
By calling on my gypsy pedigree
These whiskey tango ghosts
Won't leave us alone

Of the art of speaking plain
I haven't gathered a thing
While i know we're dug in deep here
Why can't we live high with the wind
Can't we live with the wind

Of the art of making waves
I had my lesson in spades
And these ghosts they make it plain
They're never going away

And my ghost she makes it plain
I haven't gathered a thing
Though I know we're dug in deep here
Why can't we live high with the wind
Can't we live

Interesting things coming up this week, I will post pics after the week.

Anyway, purple lipstick is made for me.



Also this song came on at work and made me smile.