Preston
Edward Weston
And you are my Charis
Carry me home to Salome where I can roam
Preston
Chanel richness on skin
I am cocoa
You blow me away with your flow
Don't stop
Make me cry
Tears that drop
But not from my eye
Don't wait
Can't you see?
The more I am late
The more it kills me
Preston Street
That's where we meet
I am so tired. What a feat!
To sing in a choir with no seat
I have no seat