How sweet you are, how sweet you are How dear your tenderly smiling face Through days all bitter and gray and grim Through nights when even the stars
My romance, doesn't need to have a moon in the sky My romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway,
In the sleepy town of San Juanita There's a story that a padre tells Of a gay Senor and Senorita And the serenade of the bells Seems they asked the padre
It's great to be alive To work from nine to five To have a piece of land to farm It's great to be alive To have a car to drive And have your baby on
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp Where the strange green reptiles crawl Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees Like sausage on a smokehouse
In a vine covered shack in the mountains Bravely fighting the battle of time There's a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow It's that silver haired
Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm And we never knowed what it was called Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed I didn't give it much
If your weapons could speak, they'd scream to me between dying breaths. Overuse has ravaged them, and your sleeve is so bloody from the stolen hearts
Let's run. Let's run from shoreline to shoreline. Winter is coming, but we'll never even know. I'm sorry I have nothing to bring along on this vacation
This could be a change of pace for each of us, or this could merely be lightning striking twice. If the latter holds true, I'll scrape your charred remains
This is the wrong direction for our destination, but I'll never know and never mind. I've been driving for fifteen minutes now. I really don't think we
Correction: I'm not running, not this time. My feet will be secured firmly by cement, and I will take the abuse courageously. Why the sudden change of
And I think this rape scene arouses you to the point where the eyes tearing, screaming, "help me," make you feel indestructible. But how fast will you
Turning corners rapidly, I think you've grown accustomed to this taste for speed. [All in all, I'd like to say that you were a formidable adversary.]
The alcohol on your breath burned like acid through my lips. It left a scar, a souvenir of a night I would rather forget. Hear that sound? Those are the
Suffocating on your ambience, I'm choking down inconsistency in all I've strived for, through blood and shit-stained eyes. [Hold the torch for me, guide
I'd like for you to feel this. I'd love for you to cry tears of fire that melt away your dishonest smile. [This is a knife piercing an asymmetric heart
Slick shoes on slick pavement, ask me a lie. Ask me to lie tonight, and I will pretend we were friendly again. I will pretend to like your name. Please
