On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes. We don't choose who we love. We don't choose. . The lights over the Midway melt on the street. In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet.
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Lord, Lord. Can you heal me, oh I am in pain. And I don't have a woman left to blame, anymore. She left me this morning. So why does the wind go howling her name?.
I don't know the sound of my father's voice. I don't even know how he says my name. But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar. In the back of my head till it's weary and mushy.
I was shooting in the back of the car. When the windows smashed on the police cars. I was swimming through the streets of New York. With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut.
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I hang my head down on Hollywood. 'Cause either way you look down it's just stars. And I'm making my way down the Cherokee. To get drunk in a bar. And I know my friends, they worry about me.
Everyone, when she was young,. They said she was the pretty one. She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes. Waiting for the birds to come. She holds the hands of someone young.
There you go. Waving your arms like a girl. Suckin' down your cloves. Don't worry, nobody knows. Somebody order my round. 'Cause I'm getting by. With a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy.
There you go. Waving your arms like a girl. Suckin' down your cloves. Don't worry, nobody knows. Somebody order my round. 'Cause I'm getting by. With a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy.
I see your silver and your gold. Makes me blue. Walking you home after school. Love you too. Tell my how you want me to feel. Then tell me why. Tell my how you want me to feel.
One day we are young. And by the next one we are old. Despite the years. And tears of gold precede the rapture. . Time has its way. With everyone in its path.
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath. Busted tooth and a smile. And cigarette ashes in her drink. The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week. The kind that goes out on her own.
Fair haired gal, you got a sister that's mean. Hanging around the cigarette machine. But when I'm lonely, she makes me feel nice. When I'm lonely she makes me feel nice.
Fair haired gal, you got a sister that's mean. Hanging around the cigarette machine. But when I'm lonely, she makes me feel nice. When I'm lonely she makes me feel nice.
Let me go I'm only letting you down. I got nothing to say to you now. Lose the feelings that are weighing me down. Is what I'm saying. It's turning morning all the birds are singing.
Ain't it like the sun to never shine. And leave you in the dark. Ain't it like the ones we left behind. Or were they moving on. Getting used to all alone.
Sweet black magic coming down the line.. Sweet black magic coming down the line.. Don't worry little honey,. 'Bout the money you'll be feelin' fine.. Cause I'm gonna see the doctor,.
Last night in the street collapsed on itself. In fact, it broke right in two. And I fell in. The strawberry vines. Into a pool of strawberry wine. Strawberry wine and clouds.
Midnight. You come, and pick me up no headlights. Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise. Fade into view, it's been a while since I even heard from you.