velvet underground strawberry fields

Mar 29, 2009 21:55

I'm writing my paper.

I'm waiting for a phone call.

I'm waiting for the man. $26 in my hand. Up to Lexington, 1 2 5, Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive. I'm waiting for my man. Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind. I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine. I'm waiting for my man.

Strawberry fields forever.
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