I wasn't very indiscreet and yet. That is a notion that I might as well forget. Friends look at me these days with fond surprise. But when I start to speak they roll their eyes.
Hear what I say. See what I do. Believe me now I'm all over you. All over you. I know a place. A certain very tender spot. To have and to hold. To have and have not.
Bentley said to Craig, "Let him have it Chris". They still don't know today just what he meant by this. Craig fired the pistol, but was too young to swing.
Hush my little one don't cry so. You know your daddy's bound to go. They took his pride. They took his voice. Don't upset him now, don't make a noise.
I had forgotten all about 'The Case Of The Three Pins'. They said I must be cracked. Until the brown paper parcel landed on my welcome mat. Even the pretty secretaries who wouldn't even let me hang my hat.
She had her mind made up just like her face. She painted in the lines and shadows. She shaded color in that would express. The lonely mood that follows.
Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun. There's a wager lost and an argument won. There's a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run. . It's a kinder murder.
He saw no tears in her eyes. Say you wouldn't kid about it. She's telling all of those lies. She swore she'd never told before. But I doubt it. So he bit his tongue.
I'm just about glad that I knew you once. And it was more than just a passing acquaintance. I'm just about glad that it was a memory. That doesn't need constant maintenance.
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down. And looking like they can't stand up. It must be the lastest style. And they've seen a lot of things that you never see.
The children sit upon the stairs. High above a valley of tears. Don't let them see you crying that way oh no. . Oh no Joe Porterhouse. Is not gone forever.
Third-Class ticket in his pocket. Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets. Tweed coat turned up against the fog. . Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor.
The party's over, your time is up. You've had your last pointless teardrop. Washed down in that broken coffee cup. . This magic moment concludes. When that cigarette ends.
Now that you set everybody free. What you gonna do about me?. Don't wanna be treated like some poor grateful clown. I'd rather go back in the sweet underground.
You can take a powder. You can take a drink. You can keep the shrink. And the kitchen sink. Write my name in heaven. in invisible ink. I just woke up from dreaming, I think.
Everyone agreed that she looked delightful. Except for her sister, who was hateful and spiteful. Blushing bright red from her head to her feet. But rushing into the bridal suite.
In another room. Just out of my sight. Words we used to say. Become so slight. . 'Til they disappoint. And I know you won't return my kiss. Did I not love you quite like this.
How long do I have to wait?. Before I can tell you the things I've been wanting to say. How long must I hesitate?. . I know it makes sense but it's hard for me to stay away.
So you're trying to make connection. You heard whispers in the hall. She'll be out again this evening. When you come around to call. . So you dodge the lady killer.
Hail to the taxis. They go where I go. Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know. Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn. I'm in the mood again.