You tell me that your will to live is crashing to the ground,
You’re feeling like a jug of moonshine being passed around.
And you thought I could show you something lovely, something true.
I’m happy to oblige, if I can hide my flesh from you.
Lately I’ve been feeling like a soldier in my clothes,
Waiting by my telephone for news about a war,
Drumming on my fingers like a tiny set of drums,
I’m ready for some action, but my clothes is staying on.
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I wanna keep my clothes on like the way them soldiers do.
I wanna keep my clothes on like a child dressed up for school.
I wanna keep my clothes on like a monk or like a nun
How about, how about our clothes stay on?
I think its very meaningful that you want to know me,
But you don’t need to know to my age, my weight, my history.
I weigh one-hundred twenty five, my age is 21;
I have a history of keeping my clothes on.
Babe, what if you’re down because you’re squashing down the world?
What if you want less, babe, when you’re thinking you want more?
You’re asking me for two and so I’m gonna give you one.
I like the glow we have and I don’t wanna touch the sun.
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It don’t interest me to know about the kind of work you do,
It don’t interest me what you experienced in school.
I fall in love each time I see you coming in the room,
I assume you disappear each time you leave my view.
You ain’t gonna see me, friend, until you shut your eyes;
I’ll be flying like the moon inside the darkness of your eyes.
I’ll show you something beautiful, I’ll show you something true.
You’ll think you’re seeing me, friend, when you’re really seeing you.