I can't find enough pots and pans Let alone knives in my kitchen To keep you cooking I can't find enough love in my heart Let alone in my bones To keep
When it came to pass, loaded, pass me by Fate, with a single blow, has clustered by me now True, I had my chance, true, true, true I had those wild charms
I am no better at this than you are Unfinished business maybe, do love I can't change myself into you dear What you are to me is far too unclear Quit
Lost her behind the station Lost her behind the moon Operator, operator, dial her back Operator put me through Ahuuuh, Satellite gave up the ghost too
: Lost her behind the station Lost her behind the moon Operator, operator dial her back Operator put me through Ahuuuh, Satellite gave up the ghost
: You can holler, you can wail You can swing, you can flail You can fuck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart
: To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and
: I am no better at this than you are Unfinished business maybe, do love I can't change myself into you dear What you are to me is far too unclear Quit
: She damned if she do she damned If she on't if history hangs her Her memory won't it's been a procession of sweethearts passing through some of them
: You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
: It's the last goodbye I swear I can't rely on a dime a' day love That don't go anywhere I'll learn to cry for someone else I can't get by on an odds
: I can't find enough pots and pans Let alone knives in my kitchen To keep you cooking I can't find enough love in my heart Let along in my bones To
: Looking in the mirror Looking back A look of wild living Bound to crack The heart is a beating drum The heart is a beating drum It takes more than
: When it came to pass, Loaded, pass me by Fate, with a single blow, Has clustered by me now True, I had my chance, True, true, true I had those wild
: BABY SAYS she's dying to meet you take you off and make your blood HUM and tremble like the faiground lights BABY SAYS if ever you see skins as fair
You can holler, you can wail You can swing, you can flail You can fuck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart will
Looking in the mirror Looking back A look of wild living Bound to crack The heart is a beating drum The heart is a beating drum It takes more than you
To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never
