35MM Lyric Bot

Be patient, For that 'one day', Look lover It's Sunday

I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna leave you...One of these days

It's her and her mister for the rest of their lives... 'Cause even after the body goes, the image survives, To mark the abstract connection of two subjects' duet And in this microsecond, it's as close as we get

Caralee likes spaghetti. And Caralee only likes spaghetti. Spaghetti to eat with And spaghetti to throw with To get mush between feet with To shout 'homo' and 'no' with, Oh, Caralee Caralee-!

A square display that remembers when, That leads the way, To live in then, But why live it again?

Luanne's fat lip is dryin' The bastard's bacon fryin'The shiner 'round her eye's Gone bust and bleeding

We minuet to cigarette and brandy, Your favorite armagnac. Prohibition but there's no harm

The party goes with you, The party goes with you, The life of the party In the party of my life

Time stops, By a photograph, Time stops, A moment split in half

And when we're dancing nose to nose, Darling do you suppose, oh, darling do you suppose, This party could be just us two, and I your wife?

I nearly drown- Crazytown! (You twist there like Dor'thy!)

Jules told Jessie he'd die for her, which looking back, was the right thing to say

And the tower explodes, Ripping me apart, Head to heel to heart till I wake at the Start. And see: Me.

Then Tuesday, I called you- Ignored me, straight voice mail. You texted back saying, Play hard to get, Ready, set-

Stopped time, captured lights, Gathered imaging on photosites

Why you hate me? And call me sin?

You've given a part of your being to them.

I tore my blade from the wall, Ran through each chamber and hall, But naught for search nor for squall Won no answer

Ugh! Gently-- Ugh! --but repeatedly. Ugh!

He's my Mister forever I, forever his wife. Ain't no doors get locked, Ain't no secrets get hid. 'Cause I'd die for my Mister And in truth, die, I did