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I fried my head, I'm not a brunetteI'm a down and dusky blondeI am living in a treeWhen I lie in bed I seeBeyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rainI am conscious of my voice as a toolIt's more demureThan your friend the singing queenWith her matinee good looksShe talks like talking from a bookI speak the language of my village, of my streetBut I need a friend and I choose youI tell you the way I feelThe truth is crushing like a heelI will forget the kiss and feel if you will tooTell me tales of punk rockin' girlsIt's a dim and distant pageBut I mostly blame my agePlease make allowances for meI do not seeIt's a drag that you're getting oldI love to think about the yearSongtexteWhen we sobbed and then we cheeredThe town deserted like a filmThe sun was baking dust for funTrees were withering by the dayYour torso crushing meInto the country and the tunnels and the fieldsBut I need a friend and I choose youI tell you the way I feelThe truth is crushing like a heelI will forget the kiss and feel if you will doI read a book a day, like an appleBut I did not eatAnd so the doctor came to meHe said a woman does not liveBy the printed wordForgive yourself and eatAutumn sped along outsideTrick photography on speedI was locked inside a roomThey made a deal, they would controlThe simple things like bodiesBut I kept my soulWhen I needed someone I chose youBecause the fledgling soul awakesAnd on the balcony she quakesAnd she is waiting for the signAnd when the brother does not comeAnd when the sister's much to you, she chooses you Aus Songtexte Mania