Mary. Drinking all the time. Drunk all my wine. She’s getting hot and bothered. Sunny, you ain’t no soldier boy, rifles aren’t a toy.  Just

You and I don’t know what to do, people fretting about the world anew. Close your eyes. We are stuck like sticks in the mud,

I wrote a song about girls And what they mean to me Like a long winter Interrupted with a day of spring I don’t like

Settle down I want you to hear this.  I want to set a fire as I touch your lips.  You complain and I tell you

If I should decide for you, with all the violence, that stands between. You hold your youth. Like the knives you are hiding. If I