Well, give that girl my very best. Though it never made the grade. If it seems that it's just not enough to love. Then love lie down. . And would you tell her.
I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby. On the self-same face that wouldn't let me sleep. And the street is singing with my feet. And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller.
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot. What did she see in this man. I'm not superstitious but if I can get. This ball in the basket, then he'll wake up dead.
There was lying at the table, crying on the stairs. A raven on the gable singing "Jesus doesn't care". A women at the window, with her hands on her hips.
I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby. On the self-same face that wouldn't let me sleep. And the street is singing with my feet. And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller.