I was born in November 1963
the flags hung low in the sky
my mama believed every man
could live free
so my mama she got very high
New York, Chicago
and then finally L.A.
there was always a kindly man
who would kindly let us stay
hey hey hey
ah but she was always a lady
for a gentlemen
but that's neither here nor there
she's long ago gone
and if I ever thought about
why I do all
of these crazy things
that I do
well I might not ever do them
anymore
and then what would do?
'cept think about . . .
I'm trying to remember
how I wound up here
people look at me
and avert their eyes
I've got thousands of memories
but none of them are very clear
I suspect that most of them
are lies
my friends all like drugs
but drugs they're not for me
I'm just as confused
as I would like to be
but that's just me
I never was the judgmental type
and if I ever thought about
why I do all
of these crazy things
that I do
well I might not ever do them
anymore
and then what would I do?
'cept think about you
I'm at 655-6875
call on me sir
I can make you feel more alive
with my hard hard muscle
and my soft soft skin
that look in your eyes
and that sadness deep within
makes you mine
and if I ever thought about
why I do all
of these crazy things
that I do
well I might not ever do them
anymore
well I love you baby
honest I do
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