Nonfiction by Black Crowes

I don't know my telephone number
But you kiss good and i'd like to
See you tomorrow
And i don't beg, i pay, i don't barter
And if we had a child i'd like a son,
Not a daughter
'cause she'd be just like you
You know that would not do
I'm no builder, i'm no gardener
I sing some songs, have a friend
Who's a photographer
There ain't no other language
I know how to speak
Some like their water shallow
And i like mine deep
Tied to the bottom
With a noose around my feet
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The clouds conspire
Above my head
I overheard them
Say i wish he was dead
Today the sunset
Burned my eyes
And in the next room i hear someone cry
I like to dress up like the jury
To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy
To talk like dirt
To love yo like tar
But never fall in too fast
With my north star
While you pull your hair out
I buy the drinks at the bar
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