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Pushing along down the street. Well, don't it make you crazy. Pushing along in the heat. You gotta get through. . Pushing along down the street. Well, don't that make you crazy.
How does it feel to be a loser?. How does it feel to be a hack?. A lovesick self-abuser. But now I'll never be back. . How does it feel to be rejected?.
Indian summer, how much more can I take?. I'm begging for the heat to break. My throat is parched, my skin is red. Fan blowin' on my face in a sweat-soaked bed.
I am so confused. I don't know what's up or down. Should I leave or stick around?. Am I lost or am I found?. . He's throwin' wisdom like a poet. Throwin' tantrums like a child.
I'm only human, I need a god. To show me what we want when we fought. From morning to dusk. Our tears causing rust on all of our weapons. And he's just a man but deep in his eyes.
What can I, what can I do for you, honey?. Buy you a coffee? Lend you some money?. Walk you to Times Square, walk to the moon? What can I, what can I, what.
Oh I know, I know, I know. All the songs you write are about me. But you changed the names. So I can't stake my claim. You're so greedy. And I know, I know, I know.
I'm gonna mary a rockstar. Gonna move downtown. Loft a bed above his practice space,. Guitars hangin' all around. He'll wake up while I'm whisperin'. Babe, it's almost noon.
Feels like I'm floating. With the world down below. Instead of walking on the sidewalk. I'm going with the flow. Instead of meddling hard lines. There is heaven and earth.
Morning sex is for lovers. Playing games in the covers. Oh they let, la-light shine in. Kissing the wrinkles and cars on their skin. . It's about 8 am now.
Oh, oh I know about Molly cause she told my friend. That she was hooking up with you on the weekend. Guess those stories that you told me turned out not to be true.
I never could believe in God. But always willing to give it a shot. If there is such a thing as magic human souls. Well, then mine looks a lot like Michael.
I've got bruises on my body, scratches on my face. Cookie crumbs, empty bottles all over my place. And my bathroom mirror seemed to lose its shine. When you leave you always leave a little mess behind.
You got bad dreams from the broken wedding rings. That you keep under your pillow while you sleep. And there's open spaces. Blank faces. When you search for answers on the street.
I'm a little bit drunk. You're a little bit stoned. I'm a little bit restless. We're both alone tonight, tonight. A blue buzz in the dark, a message in my ear.
Let go of Julie and take my hand. Let go, it's time to be my man. Let go of Julie and kiss my face. She is standing, she is standing in my place. . And I'm not normally the jealous, jealous type.
I am an artist, he's my muse. I shape his face, color his shoes. If he's a play I'll be the stage. My pencil hasn't left the page. Since the night that we first kissed.
You called out my name at the opening party. We met the next weekend and you bought me coffee. Then Brooklyn, and Sweet Ups and four sips of gin. You threw me your keys and I let you in.