Aug 29, 2003 01:33
Well I met him at an old cop bar down in silverlake
Where we spoke about the give and we joked about the take
You're wearing that thin disguise. Don't apologize.
And you're birthday suit suits you.
Well it suits me too it's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back
Perhaps it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack
the way that you move to the music
Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds
You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found
In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw
Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
and the way your wiser stories are always told