I work in the laundromat. The one that Suzzy Roche. Does hers at, I hate her guts. She thinks I want her autograph. . She's got stinky crusty socks. She's got underwear that shocks.
A bullheaded boy with nothing to show. My ears are deaf to what I don't know. The older I get stupidity grows. Yeah, I don't care, I don't wanna know.
I am a little piece of chocolate. expensive and mean. no nutritional values have I. you may have me. once in a while. I will make you smile. . You are a fifty pound bag of soybeans.
I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my legs. But I don't miss them. . I can't feel my head. I can't feel my head. I can't feel my head.
I stand off to one side. counting the casualties. As you will see in the morning the newspapers lied. Difficult to say the truth in times like these..
Oh God, Gilbert when you said that. I'm afraid I'll have to jump across the gorge. Like in this book I'm reading. . When you read it back. You need a painkiller, painkiller but I'm sober.
by Terre and Suzzy Roche. . He goes to the window to see. He can't help it he's got to look away. aaah. So many sweethearts strolling in the park again today.
He wanted to believe in you. Be strong in everything you knew. Draining your blood right behind your back. Let it flow, let it flow, sleeper hold, sleeper hold.
You may be sorry. But I don't want you to be sorry. I see the open air. What a paradise and you. And me go there. . That won't happen here. Just a fantasy.
Last chance to get rich off this shit. That makes me sick. You think you've seen it all, yeah. You haven't seen shit, you moron. . Come on, you better look behind your back.
sweetie pie... sweetie pie. bet no one ever called you that. standing there disheveled. in your tattered coat and cowboy hat. put your arms around me.
There's a girl on my pillow. Starin' at me with those baby blues. And she's whisperin' sweet nothings. And now they don't mean nothin'. . School ain't shit, I read it in a book.
easy baby no fightin' tonight. time to watch the sun go down. you could put your slippers on. i'm in my nightgown. please the breeze is blowin' our way.
I woke up on a mountain I had walked around the world. My family would have been so proud. I never had that kind of courage when I was a girl. Of all the children it was me who always cried out loud..
(by George Gerdes). . she goes steady with the maestro. and she rosins his baton. but when he goes out on a binge-o. she's been known to carry on. when the maestro goes out and paints the town.
(Hey - hey) it's like a dick on a dog. (Hey - hey) it's like a dick on a dog. (Hey - hey) it's like a dick on a dog. (Hey - hey) it's like a dick on a dog.
The time has come for me to speak. Uh, oh the time has come. And while the silence picks on me. I pray not be dumb. . So I am hunting for the words. Just wait 'til I find some.
Bring me the head, yeah. Don't bring the heart, no. Bring me the head, yeah. Don't bring the eyes, no. Full stream ahead, yeah. Don't bring the eyes, no.
Never mind the words of love. I have heard them before. Skip over that part. I am waiting for. . Somebody to pull through for me. Somebody's gonna have to be me.
So maybe another way would have been better. If you had been older or had known a thing or two. Before you set sail for the new world. . Sail for the new world, mate.