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 so very deep

Tied to the bottom

With a noose around my feet

The clouds conspire

Above my head

I overheard them

Say I wish he was dead

Today the 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 yo 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

The clouds conspire

Above my head

I overheard them

Say I wish he was dead

Today the sunset

Burned my eyes