i've always heard that you can't change a man   well she can   she can't make him happy and can't make him cool   but she can make him come and she can make him cruel   she can make him come and she can make him cruel      she romanticizes foreign cities, mexico and paris france   she romanticizes punks and gymnastics    and boys from small towns who can dance      she lives on the east coast    the weather is lousy   but she loves the jews and the food   her mother says "darling, don't burn through your body"   her mother says "don't be so rude"      she knew a boy once and she was his audience    he was a preacher on speed   he said "we are the wild ones,    twos threes and prodigal sons"      eaters and weepers   sleepers and killers   lovers and dancers and fuck yous    seat fillers      she said "i think you're crazy but I love you baby"   He said he'd have to agree      so pick them a daisy on your walk down the hazy streets    that you once walked with me      love disappears so easily   love disappears so easily      i think you're crazy but I love you baby   He said he'd have to agree      pick them a daisy on your walk down the hazy streets    that you once walked with me      love disappears so easily      i think you're crazy but I love you baby