The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.
They used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses, all because there was no driver on the top.
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.
Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
When I felt that fame - people were nosing me out - well, I moved on. I used traveling names; wigs if necessary.
When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.