I don't know my telephone number

but you kiss good and i'd like to

see you tomorrow.

I don't beg, i pay, i don't barter

and if we had a child i'd like a son,

not a daughter 'cause she'd be just like you

you know that will not do.

I'm no builder, i'm no gardener

i sing some songs, have friend who's a photographer.

There aint no other language i know how to speak

some like their water shallow, i like mine deep so very deep

tied to the bottom with a noose around me feet.

chorus:

Clouds conspire above my head, i overheard

them say i wish he was dead. Today the sunset

it burned my eyes, in the next room i hear someone

cry.

I like to dress up like the jury, to eat like a kind

and to poke fun at the clergy. To talk like dirt, to love you like tar.

But never fall in too fast with my north star. While you pull your

hair out, i buy the drinks at the bar.