Picking dry And crispy paint flakes Off a large, white Brick wall While I stare Out of my window Stare at my neighbor's balcony Old bullet holes Behind wild botany On the outside Of the penny marked Punks are selling Black and white fanzines She buys one Walks on by To another Black and white The women meet Black and white The women kiss Doodelei Shy, polite You show me yourself Forgetting regretting But conscientiously humble You, you tell about your past And with open arms You listen to mine Ooh dei doodelei