She painted a bull's eye on my mind
No matter how
I got a head with wings
I got a head with
She had black hair
Like ravens crawling over her shoulders
All the
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Let's put it to bed, let's put it down
I can't
Instrumental
I hear a voice from the back of the room
I
Candy told me, "Nothing really matters anymore"
And when I ask
Treat me wrong, Honey I don't care
You never liked me
Where is the ritual
And tell me where, where is the
Instrumental
Listen young people I'm 74
And I plan to live 60
Meanwhile
Down love's tributaries
In a canoe on my knees
She takes me
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or
Ah! Hey!
Every night about, every night about
Every night about eleven
Tore open the package it was an empty box
No meaning
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