I like the way
That you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me
Of black and white movies
And I will put
A white dress on
And by the window wait
For my Marlon Brando
To come
Crashing through the gate
Sometimes
I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends
All say it's because
I can't face anyone
But I know
I'm just passing time
I know
I'm just passing time
I saw you
Walking downtown
To the video store
I saw you
With another girl
I'm sure
She was a whore
And so she means
Nothing to you
And thus nothing to me
Excuse me while
I get drunk
From watching
Too much bad TV
I'm sitting here
And I'm waiting
For your mouth to open up
And start overflowing
Just like Jesus' cup