Blue cars, big beat. Dead on my feet. I get this heat. Run 'round lime street. . Do this, be there. I just don't care. All day day wear. Go home she's there.
Stupid on the steinway. So sick upon a steinway. The sailors drown. See them talk and see them drown. And see them drink and fall around. Upon the floor.
It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down.
And voices louder now. Not loud enough. The world around you crawls. And sleeps in other beds. And never mind. I see no time. And there's not time enough.
Shine. I heard her sing. I need a voice given anything. All I want to dream. Flattery. . Days that never come. To shine a light on the damage done. Somedays without a sound.
I hear brand new talk. Everywhere I go. They got a new word. For what we do. When the lights get low. And I hear my heart. Beat black and blue. Don't call it love.
This poor little rich girl. Wants all she can hold. I know all that she wants. Is my diamonds and gold. And she's nobody's fool. But it's easy to fall.
I hope you get your invitation. It is here for you. Listen to the conversation. Playing pretty tunes. Sorry I can't wait for you. I couldn't stand to stay.
I roam around this town alone with you. Don't know your foreign tongue but I speak it too. It's so funny when you say you're the things I want to hear you say.
I can't sleep at night anymore,. Sex and money. The waves are breaking hard on the shore,. Sex and money. I can't use my thoughts or my dreams,. Sex and money.
One, two, three, four. Ow!. Said-a shake appeal. Moves so fast on me. Shake appeal. Moves so fast to see. Moves so fast, moves so fast. Move away the misery.
Out in the suburbs. I met my true found love. Out in the suburbs. I met my true found love. . She gave me money. Gave me head. Gave me everything and she laid my bet.
( Tammy Wynett Cover ). . Sometimes its hard to be a woman. Giving all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times. And he'll have good times. Doing things that you don't understand.
We're a sorry bunch. The odds of it are such a drag my darling. I could've lost her hand. You should look where you are going. God I could have lost my life.
There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch. Back in the day it just went without saying at all. All the world's history gradually dying of shock.
A late April day and it's sunny outside. And a red little girl's at the top of a slide. And an orange old man at the bottom. Wants to take her for a ride.
He's been trying with limited success. To get this girl to let him get into her pants. But every time he thinks he's getting close. She threatens death before he gets a chance.
And the last thing I'd recall. Her body standing on the stone. Sandy wiping her grey eyes. I was pleased and frightened. To see a grownup woman cry. She blamed her housemaid for her mind.
Dear Mr. and or Mrs. sender. We're pleased to inform you that your application's been accepted. Starting from the time you get this letter. Your life will be one never-ending "hope you're feeling better".
I've been dragged from the deep, out of my restless slumber. And told to fight to keep my world from goin? under. And time won't stop when the land is torn apart.