I don`t know my telephone number But you kiss good and I`d like to See you tomorrow And 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 would not do I`m no builder, I`m no gardener I sing some songs, have a friend Who`s a photographer There ain`t no other language I know how to speak Some like their water shallow And I like mine deep Tied to the bottom With a noose around my feet Chorus: The clouds conspire Above my head I overheard them Say I wish he was dead Today the sunset Burned my eyes And in the next room I hear someone cry I like to dress up like the jury To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy To talk like dirt To love yo 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 Chorus
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