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
Tied To The Bottom
With A Noose Around My Feet
Chorus:
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
Chorus