No way
You wouldn't want to have it on your own
You wouldn't want to keep it if you found out it's
Empty under the feathers somehow
I know what you're waiting for
We'll drive away in your car
In the nighttime pacific shore
I'll be bukowski you'll be helen of troy
No way
I couldn't give the calender to you
I couldn't cover up the walls of our house with
Touched-up
Pictures of what we have to do
I know what you're waiting for
We'll drive away in your car
In the nighttime pacific shore
I'll be bukowski you'll be helen of troy