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i don't know my telephone number, but you kiss good and i'd like to, see you tomorrow, and i don't beg, i pay, i don't barter, and if we had a child i'd like a son, not a daughter, 'cause she'd be just like you, you know that would not do, i'm no builder, i'm no gardener, i sing some songs, have a friend, who's a photographer, there ain't no other language, i know how to speak, some like their water shallow, and i like mine deep, tied to the bottom, with a noose around my feet, the clouds conspire, above my head, i overheard them, say i wish he was dead, today the sunset, burned my eyes, and in the next room i hear someone cry, i like to dress up like the jury, to eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy, to talk like dirt, to love yo like tar, but never fall in too fast, with my north star, while you pull your hair out, i buy the drinks at the bar,