I don't recall what time
it was when we first met
Near the old five-and-dime
You were holding a baguette
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If I had a college degree
In the sacred art of tranquility
I'd wake each morning
After a night of heavy snoring
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Another cold twilight was nigh
Wood smoke spewed into the sky
The daylight continued to decay
All would soon be charcoal gray
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Alone, desperate, and unemployed
She agreed to pose for a polaroid
He claimed it was for his personal collection
Therefore, she didn't put up much of an objection
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It all started out as some innuendo
Now we have a seven pound memento
Our very own little boy blue
That changed my point of view
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He sat on the end of the pier
Waiting on the sun to disappear
It was tough for him to decide
Whiskey or cyanide
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We sat on a blanket and stared at the dimming sky
It was a cool evening for the Fourth of July
She asked what kind of mood the moon will be in
Then said the night air was giving her goose skin
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Yes, I did do the crime
So I'll have to do the time
She was dressed so sleazy
Talking me into it was easy
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Lovers sat watching the agitated sea
He was engaged in a soliloquy
While she softly hummed a melody
and sipped her mug of Earl Grey tea
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