So you say you're leavin' on the seven thirty train, and that you're heading out to Hollywood. Baby, you've been givin' me that line so many times. You're packin' up your stuff and tryin' to tell me that it's time to go, but I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat and that it's all a show.
The next generation with their real time realism
its all so cliche'
cliche'
cliche'
cliche'
"i at times...splatter 99cent spagghetti sauce on my hundred dollar shirts and care about nothing except human contact."