We met in a parking lot
Buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone
I’m still drunk and hot, by the way
Breathing hard
Now, in just one year’s time
I’ve become jealous, rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I’m stoned
Cause isn’t true love “someone oughta put me in a home?”
Say, do you wanna get married and put an end to our endless regressive tendency scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy’s farm
For love to find us of all people
I never thought it be so simple
Let’s buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild until we don’t need the signs that say, “Keep out”
I’ve got some money left and it’s cheaper in the South
I need someone I can trust to protect me from our seven daughters when my body says, “Enough!”
Don’t let me die in a hospital, I’ll save the big one for the last time we make love
Insert here a sentiment [?] in years
All cause I went to the store one day
“Seen you around, what’s your name?”
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