Yeah the motor works in an empty room
Yeah the trigger works a bit too soon
There's an ocean floor on the Acela Express
Between Boston and D.C.
I been to the 92nd Street Y
I been to the Ritz Carlton Hotel
What's it to you
If you catch me crying
Or I wear your shirt
Or I look through your briefcase
I could do much worse
And you call me Son
And I call you Daddy
And I pay my rent for June
You don't hold my head but you made me breakfast
There a piece of toast with blackcurrant jam
And I trim my privates just the way you like
So you can see your boy so new
Oh, my bride
Baby, you deserve such a fine guitar
Ain't gonna hold my breath like one of them city boys
I'm gonna blow it right out