I know there's a man who can sell time. I can take it away and say that it's mine. He smiles from a distance and lives in a tree. Holding out a welcome hand, a fist for you and me.
I'm through with you and your pretty golden hair. Don't want to see you 'round my door anymore. Ain't no use you making it up, I told you gal. And you've come unstuck, you'll be messin' me up.