There are two kinds of people. A, my love and I. B, other. Two kinds of people. 1, the gray and. 2, me and my lover. . All people fall into two camps.
Sober, life is a prison. Shit faced, it is a blessing. Sober, nobody wants you. Shit faced, they're all undressing. . Oh, sober, it's ever darker. Shit faced, the moon is nearer.
I was only doing my job for the company. With a gun in my pocket and no identity. I fell in love with you but we're not free. . Tokyo a-go-go, Tokyo a-go-go.
Through sleet and snow and storm and hail. Through every degradation and betrayal. Past rhyme and reason and beyond the pale. Darling, I will love you till the bitter end.
So the sun goes down and the world goes dancing. And the stars come out and they all go dancing. And there is nothing I'd like more. Than a twirl across this rickety old floor.
Crows in the trees, Spanish hotels by the sea. We wave goodbye, airplanes draw swords in the sky. . I'm so rich and you're so bored. Are you the trouble I've been looking for?.
We used to go out on the summer nights. And dance in the neon rain. We used to hold hands at the movie show. But we'll never hold hands again. . Do, do, do, do come on.
I want to be a Playboys bunny. Id do whatever they asked me to. Id meet people with lots of money. And they would love me like I loved you. . I want to be a topless waitress.
I do believe, our love's in danger. I might as well, be loving air. You look at me, like I'm a stranger. You look at me, like I'm not there. . I gaze into, your eyes of blue.
Before you left your garrison. You'd had a drink, maybe two. You don't remember Paris, hon. But it remembers you. . It's true, we flew to Paris, dear.
With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund. In the dead of night on the autobahn. With the long ago on the radio. And the dreaming moon. . We were young and in love.
I met Ferdinand de Saussure. On a night like this. On love he said, "I'm not so sure. I even know what it is". . "No understanding, no closure. It is a nemesis.
At the dolls' tea party. we fritter away. The long afternoon of a warm summer day. With extended pinkies and pink cloisonn. Cups and saucers and pots and a liberty tray.
The cactus where your heart should be. Has lovely little flowers. So though it's always pricking me. My ardor never sours. . The cactus where your heart once was.
People of Earth, when you dance, dance the Dada Polka. Life is only a dream. When in the mood for romance dance the Dada Polka. Be as cute as you seem.
Tar-heel boy sings a song. 'Bout a girl who ain't comin' home. By n by, by n by. She worked too long in the mill. . She's gone to those rolling hills in the sky.
You used to slide down the carpeted stairs. Or down the banister. You stuttered like a kaleidoscope. 'Cause you knew too many words. . You used to make ginger bread houses.