I stole a kiss when you were not lookingI’m sure you didn’t mindYour lips looked so temptingMine refused to declineBy now you probably know it was meWho was watching you all the whileAnd not the cat across the hallwayWhich you thought looked like mine‘Coz when you looked up and saw my faceYour eyes lit up and your yawn became a smileAnd I knew then that I did the right thingWhen I refused to board Train No. 29.

eleven o'clock at nightand it's time to move the car off the street'cause tomorrow's sweeping daywhen the big truck comesto vacuum along the sidewalkfollowed by a parking control chase vehiclethat gives tickets to guys like mewho forget the rulestwenty-eight dollar citations written upby uniformed women who are up at dawnslapping flimsy slips of paper on windshieldsmaking 'em stick to the dewy glasslike toilet paperlike face cream on ******* toilet paperthat either plug up the commodeor sit melting with the other face-creamed wads in the trash can next to the commodewith nothing to do except stare you in the face,to remind youthat you forgot the ******* rulesand now it's gonna cost youtwenty-eight bucks.time to move the car,time to make things rightyou *******.