Wrap it up in ragweed. Take it to the doctor. Great man above the clouds. Wrap it up in ragweed. Oh no, she's come again. Take me to another friend. Make this the end of it.
You're going to like me again. I know it. I sure hope it. But I know you're gonna like me again. I'll be like. Putty in your hands. However. Even though I can be anything to you.
Worthless recluse. Bang, pow, steel, muscle, k. What worse, I'm alone. Grown the bane of not being interested in the plate they passed to you. All the pleasure spots in the city.
At the end of the trip. Blank and sudden (?) going back. Voyage terminated at long last. Waiting for the high-speed rocket. Take me back to where I know.
The ain't no doubt about that. It's a work of art. My boy it's a mystery. My ???. Turns all around. It moves like a cloudy day. There ain't no doubt about that.
I thank you for your light. You're so hard to believe. I hardly believe you. That you could be there so hard to believe. You got me wondering. Cause I can't believe you hardly.
I just met the nicest of people. They only wanted to share business. There were some guests in the rain. Rotten windy time. But we'll be talking. Forever in my day.
Beachcombers in dozens on raging walls [unverified]. Sun, salt and sea, walkin down the halls. Im wondering where the murdering town. Im beating a hundred from way down below.
Well I can see that drawer sitting over there. Moving the same kind of ???. And I see magic in your hair. Your sides are so clear. I look at the buildings and I hear.
Well I did it now. Oh I did it now. The box said do not open under pain of death. It had my initials there where. I signed my initials there on it. On that white box.
Whiskers, whiskers, whiskers, whiskers. I see whiskers on your face. The way you look is a disgrace. I guess nothing could take the place of your whiskers, your whiskers.
I feel light as a feather. Since you're gone. I don't feel the floor I'm walking on. I don't think about anything. But (city/cities/Sydney?) doesn't matter.
When the telephone melts. And it's still ringing your name. When your shoes got holes. And the sidewalk's not the same. And you're falling down. Then you can think about your mother.
Wondering what your enthusiasm is gonna be like. When I see you again. I got a good feeling about it. And I'm prepared for whatever results from the next time we get together.
You give what you give me. And I get a lot. You give what you give me. Christ told Moses. On a merry old day. You got work to do. I can't chase no one person.
Sittin' here thinkin' about. What I got to do. Sittin' here tryin' to think. Where do my talents lie. Yes I'm sittin' here thinkin'. What am I supposed to be.
I don't know where things are. It's so dark I have to feel my way around. And listen to some little sound. What's that. Oh, but I'm in my cave. It's true, I can't get out.
Well I, but (?) I try. Work something out. I found out. Something different. So what should I do.
We have some time. To set it aside. And we have set it aside. We have set aside a time when we're going to be together. And it's not too long from now.