the pixies in tight green little skirts say it’s so much better now that is hurts

we rattle this town, we rattle this scene

we took the L out into bushwick, it was colder than hell

mccarren afternoon

in and out of my life, you would slip from my mind, in a matter of time

but he hates his babies most of all

I need someone who’s lost

everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl

you have to remember the kiss that you worked so hard on – and you’ll know you’ve done the right thing

sometimes I wish I had a farm, where the only pollution is your cigarettes