So you’ve been on your own
And you say you’re not sure
But it’s getting late
And boy, wouldn’t you hate
To be alone? (I love the way she looks)
To be alone (She says she thinks I’m funny)
I know they tell you not to,
Not to let him waste your time
But you take up my mind
It doesn’t hurt to say you want me
Wouldn’t you like to dance again?
Forget bein’ alone? (It’s only eight o’clock)
Fuck bein’ alone, you say (It may as well be midnight)
It’s to the dogs
From the beetles and logs
I’m sure I was dying
when I heard you
When I thought I heard you call
You say ,
‘Where’ve you been all my life?’
I tell you,
‘You are my muse, not my vice’
‘What’s the difference?’ You ask
What’s the difference when you’re gonna be in a casket?
I was her lover, not her cover
(I thought I heard you call)
I was her lover, not made of her [inaudible]
To be alone under the
big yellow sun
Is nothing but to be under her
