In the Beginning.

Could I buy you another drink my dear? My dear.
And can I take you home? Home.
Well, I know! I know! You don’t know me very well,
but it can’t be hard to tell:
That I, I spend so much time alone.
But tell me, does it show?

Seems I spend my days just a-talking to the walls.
Waiting for the sun to fade,
and I had just run out of things to say,
when I saw your smile, and you come my way,
and you just say my name.
And I say, “hey”.

“Hey I matched my socks tonight
with my underpants, and do you like to dance,
because I like to dance.

And I don’t mind, 'cause we could fuck,
or we could just hold hands.
And I don’t got no money, honey,
but I could try to be a man.

And I could take you to a fancy restaurant,
I will pay the bill.
And I could hold the door for you,
and ride you on my bicycle,
to my home, in Oregon Hill.
To my home, in Oregon Hill.”