Like A Book Never Read

Like a book never read I smell stale damp like fag ash But my spine isn't thread- Bare, I've got plenty of time. To find my fairy-tale, flare I've gone from flared jeans To strait leg, to bootleg, To drain pipes. And all the way back again. Fashion changes but never I. Like a book never read I smell stale pretty damp like fag ash But my spine isn't thread- Bare, I've got one or two more chapters. For you to find my cap and feather No matter the weather I just a simple lucky fella Now, you've booked marked me for the night. Oh, yes now you've found my fairy-tale, flare… I'm just simply a lucky fella With a feather in my cap without a care For mine threadbare broken spine Cause with you I've, I've got plenty of time.