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.