I called in sick to the bathtub today Somebody pulled the plug on me So I gathered up my skirts half way to the sink Made a bubble bath towel I bought
Those wending ships That sailed in May Vessels that carried me From one place to the next Were fated just for me Oh they were fated just for me In my
Coming through the mitrailleuse A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun Oh you?re a slovenly bunch Lousy with sin You?re no better than those altruists
I've tried writing letters Tried reading paperback novels, too I've made changes in my morning routine Because they don't include you All of the love
( Casey Dienel Live ) Put on my lipstick, I know it's gonna get me tips Step into the costume so I can give my patrons kicks Step outside for a cigarette
He holds us all in his hands He is the one who?s in command He leads us down to the knoll The skies begin to fill with smoke But do not falter, nor
( Serge Gainsbourg Cover - White HInterland "Luniculaire EP" ) Ecoute les orgues Elles jouent pour toi Il est terrible cet air-la J'espere que tu aimes
My first lover was real sweet, he made a woman out of me But he left as quick as he came, my baby James Mama said I was naive 'Said one day he'd pick
Since I was a girl, I've been good at embroidery I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps,
The coffee beanery was about to explode Or was it a field Nobody knows Nobody saw it coming But for days The forecast predicted frost The TV's radiated
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin But when
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and
Knowing you makes all the difference Don't it darling Knowing all your if's and why's Your when's and how's December comes in as a short procession A
Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a red sox ball game In a cracker jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "how's about making
Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone Oh, you might have seen him