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Baby I miss the shit out of you
Your child-bearing hips, your lips as sweet as French vermouth
The crossword-puzzle mornings, the boiled-peanut afternoons
Seven summers squandered drinking homebrew up on the roof
I miss the shit out of you
Baby I miss the shit out of you
But not enough for me to move back to Florida, back with those rubes
Your hands that smell of garlic, your hair that smells of pine
Your crow’s feet and your belly: I love you, lover, but not more than this skyline
I miss the shit out of you
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If you want to see the bottom of the sea
I’ll steal a submarine
If you want a farm in South Dakota
Honey, I’ll start planting seeds
I’ll grow you a thousand kinds of fruit
Just stop asking me to marry you
If you miss the friend you had in Jesus
I’ll sing you all those gospel hymns
If you’d rather hear something more exotic
I’ll study violin
And learn the works of Tchaikovsky
Just stop asking for a wedding ring
Three-layer cake and a posy bouquet
What’s the hurry, honey? Can’t we keep it this way?
Oh, for fuck’s sake — so long as you stay a gamophobe, these hips are in escrow
If you want to set foot on the moon
I’ll be your Jack Kennedy
And if you want to drink yourself to death
Baby, I’ll build a brewery
We’ll fade away, warm and making spoons
Just stop asking me to marry you
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I’ve got a little Honda, it ain’t much but it’s paid for
He’s got a little Honda, it ain’t much but it’s paid for
Two doors is too few doors, two more doors makes for four doors
Two doors is too few doors, two more doors makes for four doors
Most times it’s just a way to get from A to B
But B turns into C then D occasionally
That’s when I don’t call it a car — I call it an automobile
Automobile, take me away
Take me to the forest, to the mountains, to the bay
Take me where the trees
Slow dance with the breeze
Automobile, take me away
To Ipanema, to Morocco, to Bombay
Take me where palm trees
Sway in the seabreeze
Lover, our love notes have fallen off the major scale
Lover, it’s as if our love could use a stiff cocktail
So let’s take a little trip, over hill and over dale
Let’s take a little trip, but not by rail and not by sail
Blind spots are on our hearts — let’s get a better view
If you can’t see my tears, I can’t see you
Darling, don’t you call it a car — call it an automobile
Automobile, take us away
To another year, another month, another day
To the first time we
Slow danced by the sea
A-U-T-O-M-O-B-I-L-E
Automobile, take us away
Take us to the forest, to the mountains, to the bay
Take us where they steam
Tamales in banana leaves
Automobile, take us away
To another year, another month, another day
To the first time we
Slow danced by the sea
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Baby I’ve been brewing my own beer
I’d pour you a pint if you were still here
I know your new man’s kind of a big deal
But I bet he don’t brew his own beer
Baby I quit smoking those cigarettes
If I could only get off this Nicorette
You know I only started because we met
Thanks for being a sport about my breath
You didn’t get the best of me
The best of me came after you
Now it’s being wasted on someone new
Baby I’ve been cooking this gumbo
With okra, celery, peppers, quote-sausage-quote
It’s a shame I never got to fix you a bowl
But maybe sometime later — you never know
And babe I finally finished a marathon
Next year I’m trying to qualify for Boston
Remember all our hung-over morning runs?
Well, without you the miles seem twice as long
And I hear you finally found your sound
Your low notes always fell to the ground
I hear you finally found your sound second-hand
You didn’t get the best of me
The best of me came after you
Now it’s being wasted on someone new
I’m wasted now with someone in lieu
Baby I’ve been brewing my own beer
I’d pour you a pint if you were still here
I know your new man’s kind of a big deal
But I bet he don’t brew his own beer
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