I wasn't as spaced as the man would have liked, though I was way out of line for me.
And I wasn't long-limbed as the women he chose, like he would have liked me to be.
And I came too close in the Cleveland snow, and he almost touched reality.
Well, heaven forbid.
That the man should have to settle on down with me.
All the drinks and a meal he mentioned he really had gotten in too deep a hole.
In a desperate attempt to evolve with a check, he climbed out and stepped on me.
And I came way too close in the Cleveland snow, and he almost had to hold on to me.
Well, heaven forbid.
That the man should have all the really and truly need.
All the pain and pleasure.
And growing in trials, he's sowing through and bonding with mine.
I hope I've remained and nourished the seed of love he tried so hard to decline.
So hard.
Don't worry, my friend.
For I've wrapped it up.
And my children are going to Bogota.





As I was walking in your garden this weekend, up and up warmly in the back of his top- chances, your терressed.
And maybe the lady takes home this Christmas.
Will stumble upon it and moan
So that the moon he holds in his Cleveland snow
Will finally allow him to be
Well, heaven forbid that the man get changed
When he's trying to get free
Heaven forbid that that man should get changed
When he's trying so hard to get free
When he's trying so hard to get free