The baby's sleeping in the crib on top.
The baby's sleeping
Drink up, baby.
Stay up all night.
Oh, the things you could
Air-conditioning is cold.
Summer's hot and love is old.
I wish I
I hope you don't go away.
I still have some nice
Men doing men-thing times,
Chewing candy and tabacco lines,
Drinking harpoon p
You have killed them,
And you don't know why.
Your lips, they
I'm sorry
He brought us there,
Me, crying in my underwear
On the
Try and think of nice things to say
Or I might
You're always so still.
I never will be like you
And you
I saw the sea come in.
I saw your good old
I should'a killed you myself.
It was always a dream of
All the time in the world
Is lying right beside me,
But
Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head,
I'll
You say you wanna die
'Cause the things don't work out
