Story of my life, story of my life. Well, let's just say it's a fork and a knife. There's one thing on my mind, one thing all the time. I got to fill my mouth.
She parks her car on Woodland Street. She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three. She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way. And I try hard to like her, yeah, I try hard to like her.
I let another record play. I want the feeling. It's still the only time of day. . I can believe in. I watch it spin around again. To start me dreaming.
I just came back from a trip along the Milky Way. I stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday. I called on old dear Santa Claus to see what I could see.
Black and blue I chose my wave. I did the candid castaway. In a way delayed by one more broken season. To find reason for appeasing you. . And so I found my guiding light.
One touch intense as pain on my lips. You laid it bold, I am told of you. You show me, I want you. So take me. . You make me sweat. My body weeps for you.
Its too easy to say that nothing feels right. I can make some lame excuse, say Ill be better tonight. I can let you go on thinking that it's something youve done.