In that unusual bleak night,
Perfect for nasty flights,
The trees wheeze and leaves claps,
Registered his steps.

The clock screamed midnight,
And after wearing a well-fit jacket,
He left his brandy smell-room,
G-Bones uses the night to loom.

When he walks the noises stop,
To understanding what´s happening,
Cause behind the smoke screen,
He´s ready to set the scene.

A freezy flavour burning out,
He may preview a smooth wipeout,
He could concede the picture,
The black spot was the woman´s figure.

G-Bones has golden arms,
And blank black eyes – charming eyes.