Night clouds brewing, this blue I'm feeling, of the I'll spread them, of the keep it in your pants,

Of the open wide's,

Of what you'll say to me's,

Of the night sheets spreading,

Of the fiend eater's and the night sky,

Of lonely evenings, morning, noon, and soon,

Of the I'll eat her's, blue bells ringing, in the sun, of the its too bright, it burns,

Of the you'll get past this tomorrow's,

Of the hope is in the air, I hope I don't follow's, of I need her's, of I simply couldn’t breath, easier's,

Of the candy I'll eat,

Tomorrow night’s passover,

The time is now,

When the clock strikes noon,

When the evil moon,

The I’ll see you soon’s.

Of that great beast in the night,

That gave me an evening fright,

Oh my, what a sight, so beautiful and bright, what will I do with you tonight’s,

Of the sirens in the distance,

Of the morning light,

Of the I need to get up early’s, and breathe easy, I’ll seduce her’s,

I hope it’s supple’s,

How would I explain her’s,

Of course I’ll obtain her’s,

Of the poet speaking into the night,

Afternoon moon, of the my it’s too soon,

It’s bedtime I have to get up an noon’s, of morning stretches, eggs and breakfast,

Of the moon,

Of the 'kay buddy,

Get off stage,

The next act is here’s.

Of the I get off stage a loser’s,

Of the I'll never get to choose her’s,

Of the I’ll ease up,

Abuse my meat,

Say it’s time to eat,

The parsel tongue speaker,

At midnight, breed her’s,

It's a little early for blood feeder’s,

Of the please, I need her’s,

Thank you, night dealer,

For this week’s easy, breathing easier,

Of the smooth, I hope it’s hairy’s,

Of the dance bells echoing,

Of the smooth jazz I’m playing,

Of the I’ll dance, I’ve never tried’s,

Of the blue moon lovers,

Of the I won’t take the blame’ers,

Of the course, the pain hurts, of the I won’t speak for her’s,

But I’m feeling butt hurt’s,

Of the smoke a cigarette, Billy’s,

Of the toke some grass, Johnny's,

Of the dance, this evening, of this shaperoning,

Of the this dare, I’m claiming,

Of the it’s guarded buddy’s,

Of the my dad is coming’s,

Of the run in the moonlight sweet dancer’s,

Of the blues I’m playing,

Of these rules I’m breaking,

Of that damn height earlier,

Of the I’ll fall, ow it hurts,

Of the basement stair’s,

And the pine, the sweet tobacco,

And carry me, to my sweet home’s,

Of the chance, for privacy in the night,

Of be careful, I’m delicate’s,

Of course, I assure you,

It’s precious to me.