I've been treated for mild depression
And I've been treated for
I'm banered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
I'd
I could he sitting on the left of you.
You'd be
Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you
There's a black cat down on the quayside.
Ship's lights, green
Roll yer own. don't mean you got no money.
Only that
Her love is like a candle: you light it up
You want to be a bookworm? you wanna be aloof?
It's a lonely life I live and I live this
All of you sit up in bed. don't think in
Winds howled. rains spit down.
All these nights playing precious games.
Cheap
I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of
She drifted from some minor festival.
Didn't look like any sumrner