I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that.
Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
I never could guess your weight, baby.
We never thought we could ever get old.