julie, where'd you go? i'm throwin rocks at yr window and i don't know what you know, but i know it's not "no."
and i live beside yr house and i touch it with my hands and i'll live until i'm dead, until it's all gone again.
better times will come when i'm done suckin my thumb, when i'm done giving it all away
i like a lot of things that i am quite ashamed of and i know it's not yr glove layin in this puddle of
my mouth done run away with all the foolish things i say while them foolish things i think got me stranded in this drink. everybody's got a paddle, and we call a spade a spade, staving off that silly rattle, we will all be laid
i know everybody lies, i know everybody dreams, i know everybody thinks of things they won't admit to seeing, everybody gets it honest, everybody tells those lies, everybody's mouth is modest when we wish our tongues had stayed tied!
i better shut my eyes
i better not get down
i better stand up now and walk around
