I was walking barefoot on St. Paul's bridge. When I saw a man talking to God. He was round and handsome. Anachronistically. A little odd. I overheard his conversation.
Little girls in pretty boxes. High tech sweat and younger skin. We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege. I buzzed my killer in. Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia.
Tears, money, honey on my bread. Sugar on my pillow, songs in my head. Head to the church, I love to repent. Say what I mean when it's not what I meant.
I'll shake it baby. I'll break it baby. I'll stoke it baby. I'll choke it baby. I'll slam it baby. Wham bam it baby. God damn it, but I won't be your boomerang bang.
Anywhere you are, I am near. Anywhere you go, I'll be there. Anytime you whisper my name. You'll see. . How every single promise I'll keep. 'Cause what kind of guy would I be.