Track byFrancesco Diaz, Young Rebels
Bedwetters and drunks and strung-out junkies Walk with me While rain hits cars and high-school girls With jobs in malls drive home to sleep And I'd like to think I never dream of you But my god, darling I do I've got furniture and pets A steady job with pay What do these things that i've accrued From catalogs and stale showrooms Mean anyway? And I've heard you claim "Don't think you could give it up due" But my god, darling I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do We were burning boys and girls With sweaty hands and sticky hair In disarray You pulled me close as I was skin to flesh I crushed and count to yourself On another day You saw me crying there, boy you didn't have a clue But my god, darling I do Years ago I said I'd never buy A queen size bed over too many drinks Lord knows how I got four pillows But two of them would fit your pretty dents perfectly And do you ever think we could take those vows anew? 'Cause my god, darling I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do