I sat outside my front window...this story's going
somewhere: "He's well hung," and I am hanging up.
Well there's a song on the radio that says: "Let's
get this party started." So let's get this party
started.

What you do on your own time's just fine. My
imagination's much worse, I just never want to
know. And what meant the world had folded like
legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.

You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't
say it's over." Dead and gone.

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burnt out tonight. A reception less than warm set
it off. The sun burnt out tonight.

This is me standing in the arch of the door hating
that look that's on your face that says there's
another fool like me. There's one born every
minute.

What you do on your own time's just fine. My
imagination's much worse, I just never want to
know. What meant the world imploded, inflated then
demoted all my oxygen to product gas and
suffocated my last chance.