By r. stonecloud
Date: 8 January 2001

on janesville

thousands of hearts
crammed in my neighborhood
squash them, make them cry
lends the sparkle to my eye
don't try to fight my "type"
right and wrong are not in my vocabulary
just give me a kiss goodnight
maybe a roll between the sheets
it's all i want from you......

if you believe that
then i don't stand a chance
last time someone asked for the vacant lot
in THIS neighborhood
i told them i was saving the last for the best