In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
Then it?s your business A modern piece of glasswork Down on the corner that You walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk With eyes full of suspicion
Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it ever
Wouldn?t ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love Never really heard you speak that way, it?s unworthy of? Funny how that little college girl called
Your sword's grown old and rusty Underneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though its been a long
Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger Oh-oh-oh A thousand years in one piece
I had a feeling once That you and I Could tell each other everything For two months But even without hope With truth on our side When you turn away from
It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass
It?s not right but it?s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from
AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn?t close the door. You and this model sit outside the
You've been checking on my facts And I admit I have been lax In double-screening what I say It wasn't funny anyway I stand corrected No one cares when
As a young girl Louis Vuitton With your mother On a sandy lawn As a sophomore With reggaeton And the linens You're sitting on Is your bed made? Is your
Walcott, Don't you know That it's insane? Don't you want to Get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott Mystic seaport Is that way Don't you
As a young girl Louis Vuitton With your mother On a sandy lawn As a sophomore With reggaeton And the linens You're sitting on Is your bed made
Unsentimental, Driving around, Sure of myself, Sure of it now, You stand this close to me, Like the future was suppose to be, In the eyes of the Grocery
A devastating backstroke All the way from France With shiny, shiny cufflinks A shirtsleeve to enhance The pin-striped men of morning Are coming for to
Last born of the clan First one to be free Lived inside a house Beneath the hanging tree Loved them deadly nights That chilled him to the bone Words were
Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger Oh-oh-oh A thousand years in one
