I got rubber band
The pitch fork stick
I got stone the
On the drive back home
I kept my eyes tight shut
Speeding
Oh, you make my spring
And winter's such a mean old
Go down Matthew, down below
There are footsteps in the mud
Who keeps track of things like that?
Well, I do
You better
I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory
Where the paycheck's a
Morning came with such a jolt
That I forgot my soul
Shots rang out
Valentine's Day
Fragrant remnants of a strewn bouquet
A lovers'
Crouched down on a rooftop
In my mother's high-heeled shoes
I met him in Segovia where the birds sing out
I'm sending you smoke signals
Through the fog and the haze
I'm
We took our love down to the Gem
Stumbled out at
When the lights went off in Hogtown
The strippers closed their
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