By Andrew Sturmer and Roger Manning. . I DON'T BELIEVE YOU,. 'CAUSE I'VE BEEN LIED TO.. GIRL, YOU KNOW YOU'VE DONE ME WRONG, (I can see it in your face).
It's not the same without him here. Twenty years of him dead and gone. This Vodka does a memory clear. Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for.
So, this is where she stands at night. On this cold avenue of lights. The reds and greens but mostly reds. For you, he's stopping. . In seeing him, she knows him less.
She turned her nightlight on and threw him a kiss. He stared back with gree Crayola eyes. She traced his likeness from the back of the disk. Next to a promise of the biggest prize, oh.
I hope you remember me, I was your daddy once. Wearing a sailor cap and dirty nails. To you I'm just a picture on your mother's mantelpiece. Who chose to fight the good fight in time to fail.
Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygen. The puffed up immortal son. How they love him 'cause he'll become. The ghost at number one. . How does it feel.
He writes her a letter tells her he won't be home soon. (She still loves him). He lost his temper belted his love cross the room. (She still loves him).
It's not the same without him here. Twenty years of him dead and gone. This Vodka does a memory clear. Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for.
It's not the same with out him here. Twenty years of him dead and gone. This vodka does the memory clear. Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for.
Curtain opens, spot lights the gentleman. Signing his love letter best wishes Simpleton. Dialog swam from his pen like polliwogs. He knew better that perfume was gravity.
She turned the night light on and blew him a kiss. He stared back through his green Crayola eyes. She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc.
I've known him all my life, it seems so inconceivable. At thirteen we shooks hands. But we've been always inseparable. He's cinnamon on my toast, we're so close.
I know it sounds unfair. She's like a painting standing there. I thank the Heavens up above. For the one that I'm thinking of. . Calling Sarah. Crawling back to Sarah.
strike the tent. unpop the paintbox. and pack the carriages. with the flesh freaks of fear. at the beach. we left them shell shocked. lining up the avenue.