Nonfiction Songtext / Lyric

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

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The clouds conspire above my head
I overheard them say I wish he was dead
Today then 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 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

(Chorus)