walking early morning in the sunlight, the soft thermal kiss makes me smile, a happy dog by my side we wonder what the day brings, and it brings beauty in the form of nico looking like a 1960's model, stepping onto the red carpet at cannes in her glamourous outfit, all casual and oozing sensuality like a ripe peach. we wander down for a soy coffee, the workmen at the corner of the street all turn their heads and stare, i can see their thoughts and tell nico she's in demand with her new ripe peach look as cars crash into lamp posts and buses veer off the road into shop fronts, passerby's walk into doors and the workmen start digging up the wrong building, a policeman swoons and a waitress spills hot coffee all over a customers lap, sending him screaming away. yeah chaos ensues as our backdrop but nico is indifferent to it, wandering along the street carelessly without any idea of her side effect, which lets face it adds to her attraction. me i'm just there, right place right time, that's the way it is this spring morning, the birds and the bees are out buzzing and swooping and so are we.