Who cares what day it is. Or how long we live for?. I need to make a judgment. About you before my bedtime. . For when I put my head down on the pillow.
She's my baby, she's my love. Pixie queen of Bible Club. Seen her round the fountain, sipping cokes. Crafting brand new Polish jokes. . And I can't explain, why my accent changed.
I did not ask for a lot this year. Every single day. Lookin' for an answer to the words you say. . Never got to meet the President. Never got to shake his squirly hand.
Tall and gorgeous. Cold as the summer time. I wish I had some news. To leave you this Caroline. . Seen so many vultures. Split so many pieces. Down the line.
All the women in the factory. When their faces blow a fuse, it's a miracle. I have to feed them facts to be alone. Magnifico. . Oh, fellas and umbrellas in the middle of the night.
Holidays, Hollywood. Jolly good Sir but I never met you. In your gray Cadillac car. Never gonna see the outline of a star. . And the windows creek, on an elbow squeak.
Gemstones crackin'. 'Cuz were just too strong. Drum-sized yearning'. 'Cuz the pressures gone. . Supervised love. Crucified stuvs. Simmering red. In the sex farm clubs.