Plugs without a socket
There's no moon without a rocket
Holes if you could lock it
I wouldn't let you if you wanted to
Court or you're bad
Bad when you're good
Close 'em off and let him go home
I never want to leave ya
But I wont want to grieve ya
When ya money come
around I'll be home
No one gets to laugh at you
I know a bike with a plate
A special plate forgetting' me
Your home is not my home
and your bone is not
mine, no'm
things that I could
want and delay (?)
let's smoke some b***s, Steve
let's smoke some b***s come on
let's smoke some b***s come on
I'm hoping for somebody
Somebody who will love me
And I'm not sure that
that's very ssss--hard
to find
Cause I never really looked
I never really took
A second glance at something you said
I'm leaving on my fly you know
You know
No way I do
Oh leaving don't you know
Come on
Come on
Come on
(kinda feel like Husker
Du on this one)
Buy me a postcard
Put it in the mail
Buy me a boat
And we'll set sail
Buy me a ship
It's just the same
Same way of saying the same thing
Oh, no one gets to lie
When it gets down too close to the-
Nevermind, forget what I said
It meant nothing
To you or me, you or me
I met a man
A man who taught me something
Something about tying knots
on a girl's forehead
I never learned
'Cause I never had eight children
And I never wanted them
But now
Now I'm getting older
Maybe I'd like to f*** a
woman and make one
But
I don't know if I should
Because I don't have a
real steady job
Because I don't have a real special...
oooh
There's no moon without a rocket
Holes if you could lock it
I wouldn't let you if you wanted to
Court or you're bad
Bad when you're good
Close 'em off and let him go home
I never want to leave ya
But I wont want to grieve ya
When ya money come
around I'll be home
No one gets to laugh at you
I know a bike with a plate
A special plate forgetting' me
Your home is not my home
and your bone is not
mine, no'm
things that I could
want and delay (?)
let's smoke some b***s, Steve
let's smoke some b***s come on
let's smoke some b***s come on
I'm hoping for somebody
Somebody who will love me
And I'm not sure that
that's very ssss--hard
to find
Cause I never really looked
I never really took
A second glance at something you said
I'm leaving on my fly you know
You know
No way I do
Oh leaving don't you know
Come on
Come on
Come on
(kinda feel like Husker
Du on this one)
Buy me a postcard
Put it in the mail
Buy me a boat
And we'll set sail
Buy me a ship
It's just the same
Same way of saying the same thing
Oh, no one gets to lie
When it gets down too close to the-
Nevermind, forget what I said
It meant nothing
To you or me, you or me
I met a man
A man who taught me something
Something about tying knots
on a girl's forehead
I never learned
'Cause I never had eight children
And I never wanted them
But now
Now I'm getting older
Maybe I'd like to f*** a
woman and make one
But
I don't know if I should
Because I don't have a
real steady job
Because I don't have a real special...
oooh