My loving is greener than a field in June
And my dumb heart is dried out from the heat in a room
But what if we spent the day
Without any friends around
Put the Times down
Let's go walking in the Brooklyn Museum
In the perfect mark we light a [?]
And stupidly I say something mean
He licks his wounds secretly
My loving is so happy and naked
When you met me I didn't know but I was just a kid
So in thanks I will wrap my arms around
Throw my firearms down