Tekst piosenki
I don't know my telephone numberbut you kiss good and i'd like tosee you tomorrowand i don't beg, i pay, i don't barterand if we had a child i'd like a son,not a daughter'cause she'd be just like youyou know that would not doi'm no builder, i'm no gardeneri sing some songs, have a friendwho's a photographerthere ain't no other languagei know how to speaksome like their water shallowand i like mine deeptied to the bottomwith a noose around my feetchorus:the clouds conspireabove my headi overheard themsay i wish he was deadtoday the sunsetburned my eyesand in the next room i hear someone cryi like to dress up like the juryto eat like a king, to poke fun at clergyto talk like dirtto love yo like tarbut never fall in too fastwith my north starwhile you pull your hair outi buy the drinks at the barchorus
