If there's a heart inside your eye. If there's a clock inside your head. If there's a girl outside your bed. Put your face in my place. . My head is falling off my head.
There are men in shades just standing around. These bleeding stars, the paradox. Let the eyes of God be our guard. To find a gentle path. . There's a broken record playing a tune.
In the front of the line. Now I'm back at home. I wanna live my life. In a bathtub. . Roll a dirty dice. And you're playin' blood. Stole a maxi pad. Because I abandoned love.
All the women in the factory. When their faces blow a fuse, it's a miracle. I have to feed them facts to be alone. Magnifico. . Oh, fellas and umbrellas in the middle of the night.
There's no wrong way to fuck a girl with no legs. Just tell her you love her as she's crawlin' away. There's no wrong way to fuck a bitch with no faith.
Everything was wasted, tasted, face it kid. You were never what they wanted. I'm a bird on a tree, I'm a fish outside. The city is a breast dangling from the sky.
Musical ladders. Leaning on mountains. Bathed in white laughter. Under the sun. . Somebody's birthday. Came stumbling towards us. Wrapped in green gladness.
In a land made of strings. Where the hills are balls of twine. And the doctor knits the sun. Down in a baseball diamond mine. . And the mozzarella sweaters.
I saw you walk in here with that guitar in your hand,. I thought I might ask you what you might be playing.. Just one more question, well I know you got to go,.
Holidays, Hollywood. Jolly good Sir but I never met you. In your gray Cadillac car. Never gonna see the outline of a star. . And the windows creek, on an elbow squeak.
Jessica Simpson, where has your love gone?. It's not in your music, no. You need a vacation, to wake up the cavemen. And take them to Mexico. . Jessica, Jessica Simpson, you've got it all wrong.
Lock up your brain because I'm here again. I'm never bored to steal your chords. . Zerox machine. Zerox machine. . Give me a line or a middle eight. I've got the best, so I want the rest.
I will love you. Each day of my life. And when I die. They can fetch them a knife. Cut me open. . Written on my brain. And in my heart. They'll find a name.
I wanna choose to die. And be buried with a Rubik cube. And sleep inside the big blue buildings. While the sweet disease drives through. . There's a bakery in the night sky.
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew. And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you. Get a pair of legs about three feet long. And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses on.
Young Parisians are so French. They love Patty Smith. Young Parisians are so French. At the Champs-Elysees. . I wanna go to Paris with you. Just to see what the French boys do.
Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store. We all lived there together with the army at the door. No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure.
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I've got Utah dust inside my boots. Peroxide covering my roots. Know what it's like to love. And like to be loved. . I tell you it's such a thrilling thing.