The sun is warm as the day is long
Just got
I said I love you
she began to cry
she said she
I lied and told her I loved her
she didn't care
Rich man smells smoke
He smells something burning green
Doesn't like the
I'm gonna ride you
Gonna ride you out like a witch
I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass
Gina, Gina
don't you cry
Gina, Gina
wonder why, I said wonder why
Gina,
I want to tell you about something special
I want to
I met my girl on a mountain side
Looking for warmth
Mulling it over
Thoughts at a grasp
I'm taking it in now
So
A thousand times a prophet
A New York City prophet
They lie
Well I've guessed your name and I'm sure you know
Well here I am
In a roadside stew
You're checking to see
Sweet talking hippie
Cross your killing floor, baby
Gonna come a little
Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No people
I pick up my smile put it in my pocket
Hold
Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my