Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never
All he wants to do is fish
All he wants to
Here come Dick, he's wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane, y'know
You press your luck
Well when you open that bottle of wine
you open a
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
There's popcorn for dinner
last night it was cheesecake
a little sleepy-time
Out on the street for a living
You know it's only
I'll be there in an hour
It'd take half a month
Everybody at your party
They don't look depressed
Everybody dressin' funny
Color
The smell of man that now scents your wings
and with
Saw your van on the sand and I don't understand
Tell
I meant to close the polls
In the chill night, bitter
They laugh in the middle
of my speech
Swingin in the hall
Out
I need a God damn job
I need a God damn
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