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Hail to the taxis. They go where I go. Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know. Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn. I'm in the mood again I walk the damp streets rather tha
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Put away forbidden playthings. Amusements and distractions. And dismantle the contraption and carry it away In time as beauty dissolves into glamor. It slips from your heart and falls under the ham
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One, two, three, four I spy for the spirit of curiosity. All the scandals of each vain monstrosity. I gossip and I pry and I insinuate. If the failure is great then it tends to fascinate A tornado
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The movies save on conversation. And the TV saves on sight. We met in a head-on collision. So I would say our chances would be slight You can lead and I will follow. See us dancing cheek to cheek.
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Every single time. It becomes too much. There's nothing I can say. Or I can touch. But the glory is, as it comes passing through. I know I will be there. When green eyes turn blue It's the same
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Figure hanging on a leather band. Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand. Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time. Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime So
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Siren is bending, the radio humming. Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming. The score is obscure, the melody fractured. It went by my window, refused to be captured I hope that I wake up
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Well, you know your time has come. And you're sorry for what you've done. You should've never been playing with a gun. In those complicated shadows Well, there's a line that you must tow. And it'l
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No, don't ask me to apologize. I won't ask you to forgive me. If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me You say, "Why don't you be a man about it. Like they do in the grown-up movies?". But
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Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?. Who knows or cares what an imitation is?. Only you do. You can paint his nails. Make him wear high heels. Why waste time altering the hemline?. Or d
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I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial. Doing anything my radio advised. With every one of those late night stations. Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes. I was seriously thinking a
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1, 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4 It's going round the town. It's going round the town. It's going round the town. You're so lovable It's going round the town. It's going round the town. It's going round the to
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Poor head. Can hardly move my lips for speaking. I said. So, what is this thing I cannot explain?. I'd blame all the thing I feel but can't quite place. Perhaps they're written on my face. Someo
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Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through. I should hate you girl, the whole night through. Instead I'm having sweet dreams all about you You don't love me, it's plain. I should have known you'
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Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes. And her flawless skin and her petulant pout. The memory of such a long blond alibi. Still makes me want to shout out loud. You ************ when you clea
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We were dancing together. To a dreamy melody. When they called out, "Change partners". And you waltzed away from me. . Now my arms feel so empty. As I gaze around the floor. And I'll keep on ch
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I've been on tenderhooks, ending in dirty looks. List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that. She said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat". Turn it down a little bit or turn it do
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Upon a veil of midnight blue. There hung a crescent moon. To light the view. But you didn't whisper the words. When the moment arose. I wonder how she knows You find your tongue is tied. Your wo
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I was looking at the black and white world. It seemed so exciting. If you'd only put me back to back with that girl. When the night's inviting. With just a little lighting. There'll never be days
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You appeared when I was lost in reverie. If this is not a dream, it's my mistake. And now I lie in wait for dawn to break. I'm fairly sure I'm wide awake Pardon me, if I seem distant and strange.
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I lost you, I lost you. You slipped from your costume. Like an actress in this tragedy. You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery. I fear that you've passed over me. And there's nothing
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My head is spinning and my legs are weak. Goose step dancing, can't hear myself speak. Hope in the eyes of the ugly girls. That settle for the lies of the last chancers When slow motion drunks pick
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He thought he was the King of America. Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine. Now I try hard not to become hysterical. But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying. I wish that I could p
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Muscle baby won't let go. Weekend baby won't say no. Is she an active beauty?. I should say so Wooden bones and pretty lashes. Iodine for your baby's gashes. Little tombs for your baby's ashes.
