Gravy Fries and Dirty Lollipops (originally written as a letter to Joe. Not a word was changed) gravy fries and dirty lollipops i love the way that sounds and everything else you said. i read your letter on sunday morning in one of those "cheesequake-type" rest areas that jersey is so famous for on the border of delaware too far away to turn back and give you that kiss that i was waiting for you to ask for and that you deserved. If only just for having lips like that. If only you made one gesture or sat a little closer touched my arm or looked at me for longer than what's appropriate i would have been all over you. I guess my vibe was not as powerful as i had thought it was or you wouldn't have been able to resist my charms. I've listened to your tape a million times (okay, not that many, but a whole lot) over the past few days, actually its in my tape player right now. I wanted to hear what you sounded like in arizona. Where its warmer.