853-5893 Angela can't make itto the 'phone,
if your care to
No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes
And no
There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And
I hit the bottle
I hit the high
Blue is
She was married and then divorced
Things seemed to happen
The cigarette of a single man
Burns in the ashtray
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
He stalks the club with cupid's toy
Foremost in his
I knew that I had drunk too much
I had
Give me iko
I want to ball the wall here
I wrote her name on a bar mat
She had
You infiltrate my every hour
You bug me like a
(you're no Dame I'm no Duke somehow love is a
If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Watching you
You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that
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