Everything I Say Sounds Clumsy And Dumb

Trying To Make You Feel Better

Is Like Trying To Trick St. Peter

Tuesdays And Thursdays I Remember

The Star's Well Drink Special

A Well Cheap As The Tide

Like That One That Swallowed You Up

Yeah, You Could Really Get F~cked Up



You And I Brawl

To Give Me All Your Clothes

I Looked Like A Fool

To Give Everything Away



I Put My Flowers In Your Window

To Hide A World Nobody Would Ever Prize

And All Of This Vanity Would Be Funny

If It Didn't Hurt So Much



You And I Brawl

All You And I Had To Throw Away

Was A Cowardly Pile Of Sheets

And A Heartbeat That Couldn't Carry You

To Want Something Better



The Street Screwdrivers Were Like TNT

And He Said, "Your Agony

Is Such An Obvious Barge To Tow."

That Not Even A Mother Could Drop

And He Took His Advice He Said,

"Drop Your Disappointment

Like You Drop A Grand Piano."



You And I Brawl

To Give Me All Your Clothes

But All Your Jeans Were Too Tight

And Why Did You Paint Your Bathroom Black

I Can Understand Liking Barbara Streisand

But I'm Not Sure About The Soundtrack From Diva

And What Was Up With The Tanning Salon

I'm Sorry I Said Anything About The Tattoo

But Did You Really Need Another Earring

And I Hope That You Know That I Really Loved You

And We Had A Good Time, Didn't We?