Oh, Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know
that she's half
crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come
all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel
blind
And you know that she will
trust you
For you've
touched
her perfect
body
with your mind.
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Hmmm, I know someone who writes like that. I still don't get it :) Good morning to you too.
hey, that's no way to say goodbye!
L.C.
A good Jew he is!
but where'ah those good old fashioned valews, on which we used to rely?
luckee there's a family guy
luckee there's a man who
positively candoo,
everything that makes us laffencry-
he's
a
fammmmmmleeeeeee
guuyyyyyy.
1. It's past noon you doofus
2. But yuh, huh, ok?
3. Uh, yeeeeea, wha evaa. (sec, is that considered giving attitude? gosh, im sorry. He is indeed a wonderful Jew. And that is, indeed, a wonderfully baseless sentence said by me, as I honestly know nothing of his Jewishness. I'm sure you do, but.) :)
love the lyrics..they just flow..y'know...
right in to ..heart
i do...i do...
:)
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