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