Tell them  this of me
please tell them
because the world is round
love is all
love is you
but remember always to be
just you,

'Do you have day's like those
what was is just because it was
and what was
is just because it was
and the day never pans out clear.

If I could get inside your mind
what there would I find
Woman
if not true
like a computer i will have nothing to do with you.

AS WAS IF and then
not at all, was if there at all.

AS WAS as if was not there
for here he is there                              ALL.

I was made to be just me
having no dreams
of not much more
you may smile and fined
like me you have no more
dose it now seam worth while
all the winters of snow
                                            There is a man lived in a shed
                                            the shed was so rotten
                                            When it rained
                                            it was so sad
                                            it came in on his head
                                            and he said please stop raining
                                            on my brain
                                            and in the winter when it snowed
                                            well that was so so cold
                                            as the snow fell through the hole

And WAs more than he could bear and just died there.

Drift just collected himself
piling up all the memories
of the year that had gone
little bit of this
         little bit of that
                  little bit of almost every thing.

IF                                      MY                       ­          Name
                                                            ­                               was  then   JOHN
                                                            ­ THEN         I          Guess

                                               ­                                  I
                                                               ­              would not be
                                                              ­           CALLED       PAUL:-˘

Tell me what to say
and i will wright a book today     dear

Tell me what to think
and i will fix my self a drink     dear

But i will never be you      **dear

WHY   You did not like my itchy brains
But i will scratch yours
if you scratch mine.

Somedays it is hard to know, what i am feeling
for my life hurts me so, it hard, to know, who to trust
but i have to, so on one of days, for give me please do
for these days, i do not feel real.

There goes a drunker'ned woman
down there by the the place where the drunker'ned's rome
and they work all day in the old fassioned way.

Woman do not bleed on me
like your month cly cal
Is that bad?
Thanks Paul

The love you give
in my hair
in my heart
on my skin
but woman
when dose
that love begin.