syrah, syrah

by Steven J. Serafiani

hey syrah, syrah,
I don’t need the bars or broads,
saturday night in my apartment alone,
that’s all I need,

hey syrah, syrah,
I’ve got Grant And Saint,
I’ve got winstons and words,
that’s all I need,

hey syrah, syrah,
I keep to myself these days,
an island a drum,
all I need,

hey syrah, syrah,
social exchanges and engagements,
a woman’s arm clipped under mine,
I need,

hey syrah, syrah.

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