Be Kind To My Mistakes - Moi Caprice

Tonight she’ll be beautiful again

And I’ll be full of wine again

And all I’ll remember as the fire turns to ember

Is that her lips were so warm and my feet were almost cold

Halfway through December

A cowboy Saturday night

And a poet Sunday afternoon

I woke up dreaming of my trust fund

With a start that split the spoon

And don’t blame the tonic, blame the gin

I sent you a million kisses on the wind

But the wind was roaring, and turned into stormy whirls

That placed them on the lips of other girls

And do blame anyone but me…

Blame this city, blame the movies, blame our genes

That all the girls are turning into ladies

And us my brothers, we’re turning into machines

Forgive me and keep me safe from harm

Wrap me up in tender arms

There are so many faces

And I always get lost in the wrong places

So strap these anchors to my heart

Strap these anchors to my heart

(Strap these anchors to this heart)