I don't know my telephone number

But you kiss good and i'd like to

See you tomorrow

And i don't beg, i pay, i don't barter

And if we had a child i'd like a son,

Not a daughter

'cause she'd be just like you

You know that would not do

I'm no builder, i'm no gardener

I sing some songs, have a friend

Who's a photographer

There ain't no other language

I know how to speak

Some like their water shallow

And i like mine deep

Tied to the bottom

With a noose around my feet

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The clouds conspire

Above my head

I overheard them

Say i wish he was dead

Today the sunset

Burned my eyes

And in the next room i hear someone cry

I like to dress up like the jury

To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy

To talk like dirt

To love yo like tar

But never fall in too fast

With my north star

While you pull your hair out

I buy the drinks at the bar

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