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Dresser
Dresser
Dresser
Armchair
Armchair
He didn’t wanna play the games of the day
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away in his letters
So he hid away
So he hid away
in his
in the crowd
So he listened to himself and his friends
Friends would write for magazines
He did not know which way to turn
so he ran back to the phone
and called up his old girlfriend
in sad love
No you can’t come here
for the weekend
You can’t come here ever
again
No you can’t come in
to hold me up from fright
I’m beyond the point of caring
You know that I’ve been scared
from years of writing tunes
I didn’t wanna scare you, you too
I didn’t wanna write
what you don’t want them to know
I didn’t want to hurt you
I didn’t wanna lie
any more than necessary
I didn’t want to tell you the truth, necessarily
I didn’t wanna talk
about your line of work
I didn’t wanna sue you
in court
I didn’t wanna meet you
on a hectic Tuesday afternoon
I didn’t wanna miss
your call
I didn’t wanna write you
from some forsaken front
I didn’t wanna ignore you
at the party
I didn’t wanna see
with your embarrassing friend
I didn’t wanna be you
at work
I didn’t wanna hear about
your exciting news
I didn’t wanna tell you
how I feel
I didn’t wanna pay for your dreamhouse
I didn’t wanna work 20 hours a day
I didn’t wanna stay up late
talking about problems
I didn’t wanna tell you how I feel
I didn’t wanna refrain from using violence
I didn’t wanna know it
I didn’t wanna know
that feeling
I didn’t wanna need to know
everything till now
I didn’t want you tell me
that old story that we both love
I didn’t want you tell me
the story we both love
I didn’t to tell me
how I could improve
I didn’t you help me
write checks
I didn’t you count the numbers
or predict consumer confidence
I didn’t want to describe market forces
or exciting news
I don’t want to discuss the future
of your institution
I didn’t wanna talk very much at all
I don’t wanna listen
to your favorite Beatles song
I don’t wanna hear why you like the Grateful Dead
I don’t wanna hear about your favorite unsigned band
Why don’t you write me
a letter from the jungle
and send a carbon
to Paul
I’ll meet you at the Brill Building
We’ll walk down to MTV
And talk to some executive
in a skirt
We’ll admire our legs
And she’ll admire our butts
We’ll talk about the budget
and make eyes
It won’t be sexual harassment
when she invites me home
And shows me her new video
from the store
We’ll be friends forever
You just wait and see
I’ll never cross you
and you’ll never cross me
I’ll never cross you
and you’ll never cross me
I’ll never cross you
and you’ll never cross me