And the boys' numbers there in magic marker
I’m hungry and the hunger will linger
I eat sixteen saltine crackers
Then I lick my fingers
Black hat, white shoes and I’m red all over
She’s got a pink mailbox that she puts out front
Garbage in, garbage out
She’s getting what she wants
If I get busy then I couldn’t care less what you do
But when I’m by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
Drifting away when I’m talking and laughing as we float
I hear her whistle, that’s how I know she’s home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
You can’t defeat her, when you meet her
You’ll get what I said
The Lord knows there’s a method
To her madness
But The Lord's joke
Is a boat in a sea of sadness
I sit and drink her perfume
And I'm sure she’s drinking too
But why, where and what for and who
And I’m solo rowing
On one side of the boat.
Looking up, throwing up
A live saver down my throat
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- Freedom at 21
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- Hypocritical Kiss
- Weep Themselves To Sleep
- I'm Shakin'
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