Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
Bob DylanLook at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?
Bob DylanMasters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
Bob DylanLook at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?
Bob Dylan