I sought you I found you I fight you Surround you Breathe deep now I pound you Oblivion Caress you Six billion Obsess you Not healthy Forgotten Not sweet now but Rotten I've smelled true And gotten The fine fruit She brought and I've climbed every mountain I sail on a fountain That makes all the pennies Throw up Like the raven Can't shut, Stop behavin' Can't seek Their own maven Can't treat their own kin I get sad for them often I'm still glad I brought them when they let enough light in I'm barely goodnight and I treat you I treat we I drink up your sweet tea I thirst for her anger but I'm quenched in my hangar...
Soaring Pouring Flying Sighing
Then I look out the window I see her in sandals I look for your weakness You laugh with a Preakness. I promise her the grand daddy of them all Then we ball, and we ball, and we ball, through the stall.
Till we fall Not we, you I mean me And my sweet tooth My love is a phone booth, I have no one to call.
You should see her Desert you I'm sad she had to see you Her eyes are for sunshine And you are the gutter. For you, I bet, she would probably 'forget the butter'.