Occident out. On the weekend. That's the way. That we relax. English Breakfast. Tastes like Darjeeling. But she's too cute. To even ask. Blake's got a new face. (Blake's got a new face). Nastiness. Will cause your doom. Turn and walk back. To your room. The precedent's. Already set now. You spend a week. In Old San Juan. Spanish brownstone. With chairs of leather. And Spanish waves. To roll along. Majesty's. Not overheard. Cryptographs. Can't stand the word. Oh your collegiate grief. Has left you dowdy. In sweatshirts. Absolute horror