i see this girl in the tree
her voice keeps callin me
and i'm just sittin real still
trying to remember how it feels
i see her legs, kicking real hard
lookin for the place where you are
and now, you're waiting for a bad good-bye
but you can't scratch me off your thigh

but where am i going to now?
got lemon on my lips...and you cried foul.

you said it's just like Rome,
i've got to get there on my own
you can't help me now
i've been hangin from a cloud

...too long...

but even, with you off my chest
i gotta struggle to catch my breath
dogs keep me up all night, i say
one of these days i'm gonna get away
from your damaging...crucifix
still got lemon licking lips
ha, you think you know it all
but this girl is learning the crawl

but where are you going to now?
she's got lemon on her lips...you cried foul

you said...it's just like Rome
you've got to get there on your own
i can't help you now
you've been hanging from a cloud
you've been swinging from my cloud
you've been damaging my cloud

...too long...

04-16-97
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