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strawberries for many a day
Hard work with no future for the harvest was done
And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb
And nobody wanted me here in this town
I
My new problem's getting through the day

Going down for the first time
Guess I've yet to learn loves ain't blind
I could use a little help, I
ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us
parents trying
To slowly do themselves in
Inch by inch, day by day
And the telephone's ring
Is like a banshee wail

The widow says I broke her first
the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us, and when we ride! Just you and I!

See honey: there's a place called "heaven"
need you

I need you
Like I needed you
The first time we kissed
I need you
And I need you now
And I can't resist
Standing by your door in case
My first recollection is a day in December
Black iron steam engine covered in ice
Like some Precambrian monster
Moaning and snorting
Nothing was
and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few
cut you off
You grow right back

Like buffalo grass
You crawled across my heart
Oh like buffalo grass
Wrapped yourself around my heart

Day goes by
ever
My psychological torture is much better
At the end of the day I try to make it all up to you
Treat you like a queen, like the first week I knew
that you have is your soul

[Chorus: ]
Don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of the bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
not so lucky, his wife is home at last from hospital. It is his first day out (in weeks) always energetic he too shouts and is obviously thought drunk,
no lies
And no suspicion, only dreams without end

You gotta feel what I mean
Look into my eyes and know 
I'm trying to come clean but I stumble
ass niggas

Uh, all day I'm rocked up
Plottin' on a bad bitch to come and suck dick
Cook French toast and clean the bathroom
There's piss all
wants to be a sociologist,
But she better first get checked by a neurologist.


[Chorus]
Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy
Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
Suzy, Suzy,
you run
It's always when you're fun
Have the day past gone by

Cole man makes a hole
Sleeping citizens
Cole man lock the door
It's how you play
the sheen, of a top beauty queen.

5 More days, just 5 more days
to fix up dozens of things.
Let's spring-clean it, from front to rear
(Yes, I've cleaned
have begun 

Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies
Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick
Rift through their pockets, peel off their
of the store"...
Well, he'd always said he'd make it on his own
He's spending Christmas Eve alone.
First Christmas away from home.

She's standing by the train
sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All in the same thing
All repping one thing
Looking for