How A Helicopter Sounds

Here's a little something for all the keen teen kings and queens: Learn a lesson from everything, cause noon will soon be nine and find the color of your eyes as fine as a phone call in the fall. Will this really matter much at all?

So I'm learning and yearning and swearing and serving the swerves make plans for the nerves. I'm hugging the curves. If the hips hold regret, I'll kiss you on the lips when we get where, where? The extra bedroom, you said it's good for the soul. So let's unbutton the bed, undo the door, loosen the lights, and fall about the floor.

So what I said was wrong but what I meant was so right on.

What I want to know is will you go where I go? You know how I sound so here's my heart in arrows.

Sleep hard in the car and I'll dare the doctor to hover like a helicopter. Our baby will be a raven, we'll bane ger Elenora Fagan. Caught up on the cross streets, stop and sing, the telephone is busted. Ring ring, I can't be trusted, up too late, too much kissing face in the place.

What I said was wrong but what I meant was so right on.