I've still got three fingers left on this hand. Take off your belt and I'll do what I can for you. You sure look like you could be some kind of fun. .
I can't make real life as good as television. One shoe on and one shoe off. And I can't pick a position. . I set the VCR to record, rewind, and fast-forward.
I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't believe.. Everyone moves around with me,. I try to focus but I can't keep still. And since you're kind I think you will..
Heart attack. Junk in the box. I've been here so long. I'm starting to rot. And you're taking my fear. Selling it in jugs. . Back on the playground,. My knee socks are bloody.
Everything I touch turns to shit. Everyone I try to love won't hear of it. Now my hands are overfull of things I'd like to give. Does anybody want it?.
Scrape you off the pavement. Just like I said I would. But I can't stand to watch the way. You break yourself against the ground. The things you are. The way you do.
There's bricks in the yard. Falling where they flew,. I'm sure mom and dad. Won't give a sitch for one or two.. Building no hagards that travel left to rest..
Well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard. Get too cold, I'd die. Diggin' through my trashcans. With that white rope tied around your neck. You mistake me for some southern goddess.