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

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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