Picking dry And crispy paintflakes Off a large, white bricket wall while i stare out of my window. Stare at my neighbour's balcony. - old bullet holes. Behind wild botany. On the outside Of the penny marked punks are selling black&white fanzines. She buys one, walks on by to another. Black&white. The women meet, Black&white, The women kiss. Doodelei. Shy, polite you show me yourself. Forgetting regretting, But conscientiously humble. You, you tell about your past. And with open arms You listen to mine. Ooh dei doodelei.