Here lie the remains of a giant pretzel with salt dipped in nacho cheese sauce or sharp mustard eaten at Grand Central Station. My m.o. is to brush most of the salt off, but I like that it was there at one point.
Well have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And then we got on that train to Bronxville and ended up in a Mexican restaurant full of fried food.
Well have one more night together
til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
