Hey girls,nThough the winter is lostnTo fools who cherishnOn these decadent nightsnOf Spring I want to walk.nRun wild,nMove your frames in the darknThe moon desire's clock.nnHey girls,nSexy, drunk in the street,nYour racy laughternRings so dulcet and finenOn April's warmest night.nRun wild,nMove your frames in the street.nThe moon on Forest Street