Sometimes it seems to me that you don't say what you mean. You leave me guessing and tying to figure it out. 'cause one and one is two, and two and two is four.
One step for boys, one step for girls, step away. One step for you, one step for me, step away. Don't take the third step, ''cause that's just the sad lovers' waltz.
No more bullshit, no more mtv, no more rock starts, no more bullshit. Elvis presley died and no-one knows why. . Et cetera.
Baby, don't ya go, don't ya go to goleta. . I've been there and I've seen them drinkin' now. Thinkin' all the time that they're going to school. Well, maybe some day they might learn something.
Gonna move to the city. (Down and out). Gonna read a lot of William Burroughs. (Down and out). Gonna practice being depressed. (Down and out). . And I think I'll go to film school.
So I thought that you knew the question you were asking me to answer. Now I find in your indifference you never bothered with what the words meant. You're pulling, you're headless of the slack that forms behind you.
You know, you really shouldn't take yourself so seriously. If you want to know why, it's 'cause no one else does. Somewhere along the line someone told you you were deep and sensitive.
you know, you really shouldn't take yourself so seriously. if you want to know why, it's 'cause no one else does. somewhere along the line someone told you you were deep and sensitive.
Baby, don't ya go, don't ya go to Goleta. . I've been there and I've seen them drinkin' now. Thinkin' all the time that they're going to school. Well, maybe some day they might learn something.