Weird Men (Pretty Balanced)

Hanging out down by where The big bear used to be On james and livingston ave Smoking on spent pall malls With a couple of friends Trading secrets for what we have Bored with boredom, looking forward to Miracles, miracles, miracles, miracles Sudden silence, eyes Riveted to some figures Approaching along the link fence We with coveted hips Recognize in their eyes Maybe predators near and we tense Slow approaching three dark men with a Spark in their irises, irises, irises Weird men Weird men Weird men Danced with us one day We didn't know what to say La la la la la