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I don't know my telephone number but you kiss good and i'd like to see you tomorrow. 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 will not do. I'm no builder, i'm no gardener i sing some songs, have friend who's a photographer. There aint no other language i know how to speak some like their water shallow, i like mine deep so very deep tied to the bottom with a noose around me feet. chorus: Clouds conspire above my head, i overheard them say i wish he was dead. Today the sunset it burned my eyes, in the next room i hear someone cry. I like to dress up like the jury, to eat like a kind and to poke fun at the clergy. To talk like dirt, to love you 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. |