I look out my window, I'm catching the view. Where queen street meets chestnut one block west of you. These strange conversations will set our hearts free.
Oh, will you. Pretend like you want me. And I'll make you think. Like I know how it feels. . Could I be so cruel?. Yeah, well, love don't come easy. Well, I love you when you do.
He's got an old chair, it's got no seat. Cracked snow shoes and warped wooden skis. Hard-covered books, pages all turned brown. My dad has a reason for everything he keeps around.
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse. She's got two ply, no fly, baby buggers. She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade. Gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade.