We used to go out on the summer nights. And dance in the neon rain. We used to hold hands at the movie show. But we'll never hold hands again. . Do, do, do, do come on.
I want to be a Playboys bunny. Id do whatever they asked me to. Id meet people with lots of money. And they would love me like I loved you. . I want to be a topless waitress.
I do believe, our love's in danger. I might as well, be loving air. You look at me, like I'm a stranger. You look at me, like I'm not there. . I gaze into, your eyes of blue.
Oh if only you were the only boy in town. For then I could not play the field and let you down. I would not go half mad for each passing lad. With eyes of blue, green, grey or brown.
I want to be the machine in your hand and go wherever you go. Your every touch would be my command and I wouldn't be so slow. We'd be together in Wonderland and I'd light you with my glow.
Before you left your garrison. You'd had a drink, maybe two. You don't remember Paris, hon. But it remembers you. . It's true, we flew to Paris, dear.
Take me away from this horrible party. And let me get home to Mother. Don't make me stay at this horrible party. And I'll never go to another. . People are shedding their inhibitions and their clothes.
Andy would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you. Candy and John would buy the gown for you to wear to the. Prom with Tom, the astronomer who'd name a star for you.
With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund. In the dead of night on the autobahn. With the long ago on the radio. And the dreaming moon. . We were young and in love.
I saw you standing at the airport. With your chihuahua in your hand. Crying on the moving sidewalk. On your way to Disneyland. . And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent.
I met Ferdinand de Saussure. On a night like this. On love he said, "I'm not so sure. I even know what it is". . "No understanding, no closure. It is a nemesis.
Time provides the rope but love will tie the slipknot. And I will be the chair you kick away. You don't even like anything you like or the people you know.
At the dolls' tea party. we fritter away. The long afternoon of a warm summer day. With extended pinkies and pink cloisonn. Cups and saucers and pots and a liberty tray.
The cactus where your heart should be. Has lovely little flowers. So though it's always pricking me. My ardor never sours. . The cactus where your heart once was.
People of Earth, when you dance, dance the Dada Polka. Life is only a dream. When in the mood for romance dance the Dada Polka. Be as cute as you seem.
Tar-heel boy sings a song. 'Bout a girl who ain't comin' home. By n by, by n by. She worked too long in the mill. . She's gone to those rolling hills in the sky.
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing. but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything.
You used to slide down the carpeted stairs. Or down the banister. You stuttered like a kaleidoscope. 'Cause you knew too many words. . You used to make ginger bread houses.
These arms of mine,. They are loony,. Lonely, and feelin' blue. . These arms of mine,. They are yearning,. Yeah yearning, from wanting you. . And If you would,.
They tell me Tin Pan Alley. The roughest place in town. They start cuttin' and shootin'. As soon as the sun goes down. . Oh, tell me. What kind of place can the alley be?.