When you said you'd marry me. I thought you meant you'd wanted too. Then I thought you'd like to. Maybe on a Tuesday. All the dead are coming. I heard they'll be dressing.
I got me some horses. To ride on, to ride on. They say that your demons. Can't go there. So I got me some horses. To ride on, to ride on. As long as your army.
Met them in a hotel. Met them in a hotel. Beneath ground. Tell me that he's missing. Tell me this is one for. Lollipop Gestapo. . You were wild, where are you now?.
Oh give me a home. Where the buffalos roam. And the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard. A discouraging word. And skies are not cloudy all day.
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me and me. And this little masochist. She's ready to confess. All the things. That I never thought that she could feel.
In my head I found you there. And running around and following me. But you don't dare. But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to. . So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born.
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me and me. And this little masochist. She's ready to confess. All the things. That I never thought that she could feel.
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom. And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard. And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on.