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Album of the Year lyrics
The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, I think I spilled my drink . And that s how it started (or so I d like to believe)
She took me to her mother s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said she d never seen someone so lost, I said I d never felt so found and then I kissed her on the cheek and so she kissed me on the mouth.
Spring was poppin daises up round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. We d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I d play for her some songs I wrote, she d joke and say I m shooting through the roof, I d say, They re all for you, dear, I ll write the album of the year.
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It's way she d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics I was reading Fante at the the time I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, Space is not just a place for stars I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard. And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch just to say she can t wait to come home.
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor .we started laughing til it didn t hurt.
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