I know of a groovy place. Where every girl of every race,. Age, and bra size, and IQ. Goes when she feels broke or blue. . It's a place more women stay.
Billie, you're a miracle and God knows, I need one. Sing me something terrible that even dawn may come. You and me, we don't believe in happy endings.
Meaningless?. You mean it's all been meaningless?. Every whisper and caress?. Yes, yes, yes, it was totally meaningless. . Meaningless. Like when two fireflies fluoresce.
I walk alone around the town. I used to walk with you. I watch the lonely snow come down. down Seventh Avenue. Now dreadful decorations deck the air. and mistletoe is hanging everywhere.
They say, everyone you touch, turns to gold. They say, we're too young, I think we're too old. Ugly as sin, pale, and thing. They've been wrong before.
It makes you blind, it does you in. It makes you think you're pretty tough. It makes you prone to crime and sin. It makes you say things off the cuff.
Love is, love is like jazz. . You make it up as you go along. And you act as if you really know the song. But you don't and you never will. So you flaunt your mistakes and you make them until.
The woman with no nose. I know where she goes. The old guy with the gold eye. We go back, he and I. . Dont smile, we dont do that here baby. . Love in the shadows.
Summer, summer, summer. Slowly turned into fall. Me and my baby doll. Never went to the beach. . Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. Was a place we could run.
Someone told me you'd be here. Whispering these familiar things. Talking to my little pet, smoking the same old cigarettes. I would have laughed. . I saw you last in summertime.
I'm counting the habits you made me break. I'm counting the drugs you won't let me take. I'm counting my friends you won't let me see. . I've had enough, you never give me anything.
Your eyes are long Vermont roads. With a tacky song on the radio. And your eyes are toothless young men. In Tennessee in the rain again. . And fireflies never go to sleep.
You're in your own little world, an expensive birdcage. Like a plastic baby in a Faberge egg. I saw you today at the Cafe Blase. And thought of the nights when we had fire fights.
I'm never going back to Jackson. I couldn't bear to show my face. I nearly killed you with my drinking. Wouldn't be caught dead in that place. . Lonely highway, only friend.
If you knew how I long. For you now that you're gone. You'd grow wings and fly. Home to me. Home tonight. And in the morning sun. . Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits.
If I were Napoleon, you could be my Josephine. We could go to drive-in films in my red convertible. If I were Napoleon, I might be in magazines. I'd write some science fiction, science fiction about you.
All day snow covered us. Night-time, it was always night. The people on the street were made of meat. Black girl, trucks ran us down, blue boy. . The people on the sidewalk were traced in chalk.
He is my Lord, he is my savior. And he rewards my good behavior. My secret soul. I know he's seen it. . He says, "Come here baby and. Kiss me like you mean it.
Why would I stop loving you. A hundred years from now?. It's only time. It's only time. . What could stop this beating heart. Once it's made a vow?. It's only time.
We were young like the future, we were young and always wrong. We were young like our country, learning old ways to be young. Random driving around with you in my dilapidated car.