Hoof prints in the sand

[Keith]

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I suppose her name was Rose,
sad to creep the beaches beat,
digging feet guilty in my seat,
sand fly’s half closed her eyes.

Her skin and smell was coconut shell,
if I was right did she bleed white?
the leathers bite looked too tight,
feelings I lost spinning candy floss.

Kiss me quick before I'm sick,
behind the sheds of nodding heads,
creaky treads and hotel beds,
machines with slots take the lot.

Original
I suppose her name was Rose,
sad to creep the beaches beat,
digging feet guilty in my seat,
sand fly’s half closed her eyes.

Her skin and smell was coconut shell,
if I was right did she bleed white?
the leathers bite looked too tight,
machines with slots take the lot.

Kiss me quick and have a lick,
sun burnt things the shower stings,
mood ring tells me I should sing,
feelings I lost spinning candy floss.