How was I supposed to know that my mum was dead in the kitchen. And my mother's ashes, Even her eyelashes are resting in a little yellow jaaaa-aaar. You don't have to be awake to be my man. As long as you have brain waves, I'll be there to hold your hand. Though we just met the other day.
Love Love is sweet as summer showers.
Love is a wonderous work of art. But your love, your love, Is like a giant pigeon Crapping on my heart.